Perfectly Imperfect

I shared a picture on my on facebook page that I'd seen in the news feed. It was one of those pictures talking about being who you are, though you didn't have a perfect body and loving yourself for being you. My sister-in-law commented on it saying she was "perfectly imperfect". Wow! What a way to look at yourself. See, I'm SLOWLY learning that the beauty isn't in the perfection. Being perfect is boring. For example, how boring would it be to hang around someone who was totally perfect? They didn't have any "bad habits", didn't mess up or do ANYTHING wrong. I would totally be snoozing. Imperfections can make the person. 

I don't have the perfect body (far from it). My hair gets frizzy, my makeup doesn't always look the best, and when I don't wear makeup my skin isn't perfect. When I get nervous I bite my nails (especially at tense parts in movies eek!). I have scars from my stupidity as a kid, and some from my stupidity as a teenager and adult! But when I get around people who love me, none of that matters. We have fun being imperfect together. We laugh about the stupid things we do, about past memories. I don't notice what they don't like about themselves and they don't notice my flaws. It's a win-win!

So the next time you are feeling flawed, remember....you are Perfectly Imperfect... :)