It’s hard to accept that you’ll never be perfect. You’re not imperfect through any fault of your own; it’s just impossible to achieve true perfection. Everyone makes mistakes. Everyone has their faults. And that’s okay.
I am far from perfect, and at times, I have difficulty coming to terms with that. As someone living with manic depressive and panic disorders and experience with eating disorders, I have a tendency to strive for perfection in every aspect of my life. It doesn’t feel good when I fall short of that goal. Perfection, however, is relative. It only exists in comparison to other people, other experiences, other accomplishments.
Over the past several months, I’ve been working on accepting my imperfections and recognizing that I will never be able to achieve perfection. Rather, I’m learning how to stop comparing myself to other people’s versions of “perfect” and start loving and taking pride in myself.
It’s okay that my skin is not clear. It’s okay that I have stretch marks. It’s okay that I don’t always do the dishes right away. It’s okay that I sometimes order pizza at 1 am. It’s okay that I don’t work out every day, or even every week. It’s okay that sometimes, my laundry piles up. It’s okay that I have to say no sometimes because I get tired. I know that I can’t be perfect. I know that sometimes, I’m a mess. But that’s okay.
Give yourself grace. No one is perfect, and no one expects you to be perfect. Acknowledge all the things about you or your life that are imperfect and embrace them. You are not perfect, but neither is anyone else.
Stay healthy. Stay imperfect.