What do you see when you look in the mirror?
My daughter is seven. When she sees herself she doesn't see imperfections.
Instead of crooked teeth she sees strong teeth. Instead of eczema she sees healing.
She sees herself as powerful.
And I wonder when that changed for most of us.
When did we stop seeing our thighs as strong and start seeing them as fat?
When did we stop seeing the fabulous day we had, romping and running and laughing and living and start seeing dirty floors and a spotty bathroom mirror?
When did we stop seeing the immeasurable richness in our lives and start to see only what we lack?
And this has me thinking.
That somewhere along the way we got confused. We got critical.
We started searching for flaws – in ourselves, in our lives, and in others.
We started calling out what was imperfect.
And we started spinning the myth of perfection.
And then we tried to reach that level of flawlessness in our bodies, our faces, our homes.
But you know what? It's just a lie that you've been sold.
Because no one was meant to be perfect.
And no one is.
You – right now – as is – are amazing.
With your every flaw. With your pain. Your struggles.
You. Are. Perfect.
In your imperfection.
No paint, no Photoshop, just you.
You are light.
P.S. You might also enjoy this piece on imperfection and the power of "cropping". (Cuss-free version here.)