What is perfection? Is it having the nicest clothes, the best marks, the most friends? We all have this dream of perfection – to be the skinniest, to be the most beautiful, and even though it sounds really American, to be the most popular.
I have a confession to make. Wait for it…I’m not perfect.
This idea of perfection this world has created struck me today while my family were having a conversation about braces. A while ago dentists and orthodontists went on a bit of a frenzy, and anyone with the slightest crooked tooth got these bizarre pieces of metal forced into their mouths. We all need the perfect smile – stunningly white with not a tooth out of place.
Care to ask why? Why do we go along with this? Because we don’t want to be judged – we don’t want to be pointed out as the odd sheep in the crowd.
But where’s the fun in that? Whatever happened to being unique? Why am I asking so many questions? The fact is, we have this really weird, and ironically, flawed idea of perfection in our brains. The stick thin, beautiful, perfect girl is engrained in our heads, and this person doesn’t even exist. Nobody can look that way without make-up or hair dye or plastic surgery. Nobody is born perfect.
Why would we even want to be? Imperfections are what make us unique! We suddenly want to fit into the crowd so much that we hate the things that make us special, because that’s the way our society has forced us to think. Being different shouldn’t be wrong. Being yourself shouldn’t be wrong. But for some reason, we seem to think it is.
But tomorrow as you put on your make-up, try to remember this – when you take the foundation off, are you still the person you want to be? If who you are is focused around your appearance then what does that imply about the person inside? We’re striving towards a goal that is impossible. So let’s quit while we’re ahead. Because we were born unique, so let’s continue to live our lives that way and stop living under the illusion that our appearance actually matters in the grand scheme of things.