What is perfection, anyway? I mean, it's pretty subjective, right? So, why do we strive to be something that ultimately, is pretty impossible. We can't be perfect for everyone. Heck, we probably can't be perfect for anyone. But, as I read recently -
'The acceptance of imperfection can actually give you a wonderful opportunity to just be you.'
So, that's what I'm going to carry on doing. Being imperfect, but being me.
I struggled with confidence all through school, high school was a nightmare and I quietly hated it. I wasn't me. And I don't think I was able to be fully 'me' until a few years ago. I still find myself worrying about being judged. Being judged by friends, colleagues, and even strangers. Being judged for how I look, what I'm wearing, how I talk, everything. But, what's the point? People are always going to judge, no matter what you do, or what you try to change.
So, this is me, saying that I'm going to try not to care anymore. I'm going to focus on me. Being me. Being imperfect, but most importantly, being happy.