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I’m not perfect, but oh boy, I often wonder what my life would be like if I was. If I made all the right decisions without mistakes or failures. If I had the perfect figure, hair, skin, voice, teeth or whatever.
If I were perfect…
Would I be successful and have all that I want in life? Would it be satisfying and fulfilling, would I feel passionate about my course in life? I don’t know the answers to these questions because I’m far from perfect. I do know it’s important to accept my flaws and share them and not try to make myself appear to be someone I think others want to see or know.
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The Magnifying Mirror
If I were perfect I would throw away my 10X magnifying mirror and have confidence that I look great without having to analyze every pore on my face. I originally purchased the mirror so I could do a better job at plucking my eyebrows. But I quickly discovered I could see everything on my face so much sharper and bigger including the puffy luggage under my eyes.
With a standard non-magnified mirror, I have a kind of fuzzy air-brushed look. But that could just be because I’m not wearing my glasses. No one is ever going to be looking at my face mere inches away or notice things I see. Yet that is the level of perfection I strive for. It would save so much time getting ready for my day without it. I would also feel so much better about my appearance because I wouldn’t have noticed all my perceived imperfections.
If I were perfect I certainly wouldn’t make the decision to eat an entire large box of Panda black licorice by myself over a period of an hour. Maybe I was just trying to confirm that it truly is sugar and wheat causing my body aches and pains, headache and general feelings of malaise. If I were perfect I would never crave something sweet that’s loaded with sugar like ice cream, cookies and especially my favorite black licorice. I would know not to subject myself to this punishment. Instead, I would always do what is best for my health and my body. The smart thing would be to buy the small bar, maybe next time.
If I were perfect I would never become anxious and nervous when meeting new people. I wouldn’t stumble all over my words, thinking the whole time that I sounded like an idiot, or my clothes were not in fashion, or they were thinking my hair is weird. I wouldn’t worry that they might think I’m inferior to them. Instead, I would be confident in myself, knowing I have something worthwhile to say and offer. I would be completely comfortable in social situations with strangers and always know just the right things to talk about. I would be able to converse fluidly and confidently with anyone. There would be no blank space in my head wondering what the hell to say or ask next.
If I were perfect I would have a figure that I love and makes me feel sexy. I wouldn’t have small breasts, the hips of a boy and the flat non-butt that seems to be a genetic trait in my family.
When I was 12 I was told by a boy I had a crush on that I was a ‘carpenter’s dream.’ His meaning was that I was flat as a board. I was devastated and this has stuck with me my entire life. I would be able to sport a bathing suit with ease without remembering that boy and worrying about my breast size or that my stretch marks are showing or my cheeks are hanging out the bottom of the suit.
Since I don’t have all those perfect body parts I should feel good about the body that I live in and simply love it and accept it. It’s given me a pretty good life so far.