Anyone struggling with self acceptance would understand how hard it is to love yourself when things are falling apart. So now, I am trying to regulate my nervous system and failing most of the time. This season has been a series of peaks and valleys, though mostly valleys. And in this waiting season that feels like a roller coaster ride, I am becoming and holding space for a version of myself who is yet to arrive. Or, at least I try.
This piece reflects my mental space on good days. And, yes, I don’t believe it on most days.
Yet Somehow
Perfectly imperfect? Imperfectly perfect?
The options confuse me,
I do not know which one I’d choose!
Perfectly imperfect:
I have flaws, I am human.
Yet somehow, it makes me beautiful.
Imperfectly perfect:
I am complex, I am unfinished
Still growing, still learning.
I fail, I try again.
I lack in many ways.
Yet somehow, I am whole.
I have so much left to experience.
I am shaped by failures and beginnings.
Yet somehow, I am changing.
Every challenge builds me up.
Small wins keep me going.
I’m alive… maybe I’m alright.
Oh, I know!
I am perfect the way I am,
Imperfect—and that’s okay.
The End.
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Hello. Being unfinished may not be a flaw, but rather proof that we are alive. We tend to focus only on the things we lack, but perhaps we are already valuable enough just as we are at this moment. 😇