I'm in the car. I see the moon. So bright, so attractive. I observe the small spots on its surface and I realize, its not perfect. Nothing is. Not even the moon. But it is beautiful. I can't take my eyes off the moon.
Its Beautiful.
I realize people can't be perfect. We ought to make mistakes. We ought to sin. Every human does it. Some People are out there who are perfect (thats how we think). But if they are perfect, they aren't real. Because real people aren't perfect. Real people make mistakes. Real people are messy. Real people are anything but perfect. Im not offending anyone but truth's the truth.. You know?
I believe that imperfection is perfection. I believe that stretch marks are beautiful. I believe that the best curve on a girl's body is her smile. I believe that freckles are beautiful. I believe that everyone of us is beautiful in their own way and they don't have to be perfect to be so. All of us already are. And we all are here because we are ourselves, and not because we are meant to copy others. I am imperfect. I have pride in it. I am beautiful in my own way. All of us are. Take pride in it, not shame.
Imperfection is beautiful. Perfection is boring...