Don’t look now, but we are all imperfect.
We walk around with bodies that scar, age, and peel. Bodies that grow, shrink, and roll. Bodies that take time to heal.
If you look around your everyday life, you’ll see.
I am no different. But I’ve stopped doing the picking apart of myself that I used to do in my 20’s. I no longer have body parts that I love and body parts that I hate. I now only have body parts that I love, and some that I’m okay with.
That’s really all, and it’s really that simple.
I don’t point out my flaws because there’s no point in that. I don’t complain, because I am able-bodied enough to go through my days. I don’t focus on what I don’t have– not in public and not in private.
I simply know that this vessel for my soul, this body, is imperfect. It is worthy of love and respect as-is. There is nothing more that it needs. It just is, and I thank God for it.
All the imperfections are a part of me.