The Beauty of Imperfection

The mirror is green,her favorite colour. She doesn't like pink as the society says she should. It has seen her tears and has been with her through her journey of learning to embrace who she is, offering her it's candid perspective, hoping that one day she will remove the veil that blinds her to the truth screaming at her every time she looks into it.
She looks right into the mirror starring at her image with disdain and disappointment.

She pecks at the blemishes on her cheeks. She frowns because she doesn't look like the model on the cover page of the Vogue magazine lying on her bed. Download complete.

She makes a swipe on her smart phone and opens the video entitled how to carve the perfect eyebrows. She copies the instructor following every step meticulously like a zombie in an attempt to get the perfect eyebrows.

After 30minutes of mindless copying, she is frustrated and her self esteem wanes because her looks like are tangential to what the video claims she should look like.

This is not the first time she has repeated this process which ends in the very same way every time. Tears trickle down her eyes and she hates herself. She is alone in her room embracing solitude and the warmth of its sadness.

Inside her head she hears these words loudly, words that tear down her soul, her esteem and pride.

Words that bellitle, demean, and magnify her flaws. She hears these words anytime she stands in front of the mirror, the words of society, low self esteem and rejection. They contort the image she sees reflected in the mirror. The voice yells louder.

You are Ugly! You are lonely! You are single!

She whips her head back and forth in attempt to silence the voice within, to restore her sanity, to regain her peace but the method doesn't suffice because the voice is internal.

It emanates from her mind- the thoughts flashing inside - from her stereotypical definition of perfection and from the misleading voice of society.

She cries. It's the only thing she can do. A genuine way of letting out your heart.
She cries because it helps to pour out your soul and gives your heart a warm console.

She cries because it's the way the eyes speak when words won't suffice as a valid means of expression.

What she doesn't know is that she will never be perfect. She will never have the perfect eyebrows, the perfect shape, the perfect tummy, boobs, butt, lips and eyes. Because perfect is not a word that should be used to describe body parts.

She will never be perfect until she listens to the truth of the mirror and love herself for who she is.

She will never be perfect until she realizes that society is not a person and doesn't have a voice, that she can change society if she changes herself and that she can give society the voice it lacks.

She will never be perfect until she embraces the beauty of imperfection, that we all are imperfect and therein lies true beauty and perfection, when we embrace our imperfections.

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Chineydum:
The Beauty of Imperfection

The mirror is green,her favorite colour. She doesn't like pink as the society says she should. It has seen her tears and has been with her through her journey of learning to embrace who she is, offering her it's candid perspective, hoping that one day she will remove the veil that blinds her to the truth screaming at her every time she looks into it.
She looks right into the mirror starring at her image with disdain and disappointment.

She pecks at the blemishes on her cheeks. She frowns because she doesn't look like the model on the cover page of the Vogue magazine lying on her bed. Download complete.
She makes a swipe on her smart phone and opens the video entitled how to carve the perfect eyebrows. She copies the instructor following every step meticulously like a zombie in an attempt to get the perfect eyebrows.

After 30minutes of mindless copying, she is frustrated and her self esteem wanes because her looks like are tangential to what the video claims she should look like.

This is not the first time she has repeated this process which ends in the very same way every time. Tears trickle down her eyes and she hates herself. She is alone in her room embracing solitude and the warmth of its sadness.

Inside her head she hears these words loudly, words that tear down her soul, her esteem and pride.

Words that bellitle, demean, and magnify her flaws. She hears these words anytime she stands in front of the mirror, the words of society, low self esteem and rejection. They contort the image she sees reflected in the mirror. The voice yells louder.

You are Ugly! You are lonely! You are single!

She whips her head back and forth in attempt to silence the voice within, to restore her sanity, to regain her peace but the method doesn't suffice because the voice is internal.

It emanates from her mind- the thoughts flashing inside - from her stereotypical definition of perfection and from the misleading voice of society.

She cries. It's the only thing she can do. A genuine way of letting out your heart.
She cries because it helps to pour out your soul and gives your heart a warm console.

She cries because it's the way the eyes speak when words won't suffice as a valid means of expression.

What she doesn't know is that she will never be perfect. She will never have the perfect eyebrows, the perfect shape, the perfect tummy, boobs, butt, lips and eyes. Because perfect is not a word that should be used to describe body parts.

She will never be perfect until she listens to the truth of the mirror and love herself for who she is.

She will never be perfect until she realizes that society is not a person and doesn't have a voice, that she can change society if she changes herself and that she can give society the voice it lacks.

She will never be perfect until she embraces the beauty of imperfection, that we all are imperfect and therein lies true beauty and perfection, when we embrace our imperfections.

Nice one op

bimpeecrown:
Nice one op

u're perfect....bimpe.