Flawed

I think that there is a time in everyone's life when they look into the mirror and find themselves unhappy with the reflection that is staring back at them. Where our insecurities finally finds a way to make us believe that there is something wrong with us. Where we we start to believe that everyone from our friends to the nameless faces on the streets can see our deformities in appearance and personality, as if someone had put a spotlight on it so others could ridicule and mock. We begin to believe that we are truly flawed.
Voices creep into our heads telling us how inadequate we are. They let us know that we’re too fat, too skinny, not muscular enough, not pretty enough, that we’re too damaged, too weak, too safe, too dangerous, too boring, too immature, too serious…just too much or too little of everything. Even such a thing of being too nice of a person can become a flaw. This voice continually becomes louder until it gets its point across that we are not worth it…that we’re just a mistake and a disappointment to those who should love us the most.
And we strive for this perfection that does not exist in this imperfect world. Truth is, that everyone struggles to completely fit in or make it through life smoothly. Our horrendous experiences and difficult past that makes us feel so damaged and scarred is what defines who you are. The imperfection that we find in our appearances and personalities is what makes us unique and beautiful whether we want to believe it or not. Everyone in the world is flawed in their own ways; But that’s not a bad thing when our flaws could be anything but that to someone else. Where our flaws is just a creation made in our heads to tell us we are not good enough, when reality is that we are already good enough just the way we are.