PERFECTLY IMPERFECT: You owe no one a type of pretty
“Don’t let them kill your joy by pointing at the only star that is bent in you and leaving out a billion stars that are shining brightly than theirs”
Dealing with imperfections is something we all struggle with, at least most of us. We all hear the famous phrase “no one is perfect” but why do we still struggle every day trying to fit into the world’s perfect frame? The world keeps growing in its perfectionism schemes. The world of entertainment, culture, religion, family shape
A few years back I was 20 years old with approximately 78 kgs and one of the women would constantly comment on how I had gained so much weight. She talked about how my stretch marks had become so scary and looked like snakes. She was not the first one, a friend had also mentioned when I was very young that when I grew up I was going to have skinny legs. I had so many insecurities about my body. I hated my stomach, gosh it looked so huge in that mirror. I felt clothes didn’t fit me the way they were supposed to. My stomach had been a problem most of the time. It’s like it was bloated ever since I was born. I remember in my high school years a family member walked up to me and started pressing my stomach, I thought she was just checking on me but it later hit me that she thought I was pregnant. Once a colleague at work mentioned to me “Oh I really thought you were pregnant when you just started working here” I was broken. It was very surprising to me that they talked about my stomach and left out my pretty oval-shaped face, my brilliant smile, my perfect butt, and everything else that made me perfect. A year later I decided to join a fitness program and my weight went down to 50kgs. I went to the gym, worked out, ate clean and I had never felt so sexy in my life. Unfortunately, the ill comments never stopped. They became worse by the day. “You look sick, you were better off fat” “you should definitely start eating again, you are starving yourself”. “No man will love you again with that butt gone”. They would constantly check my eyes to see if I had enough blood. This made me go back to bed crying but I knew I was a perfect size. It didn’t count if people liked my body or not. I realized I didn’t need someone’s approval to feel like I was enough; what matters was I perceived myself. Matter of fact, the new friends I had met who had no idea I had lost weight thought I was just fine. So don’t let people’s opinions about the way you look shutter you into glass? In addition, their hate comments made me bolder. With all the stones they threw at me, I built a tower and let myself shine. I turned my hair into locks and there they were again “Oh you got dreadlocks? Locs look better on people who have more weight”. I did not care anymore. I woke up one day and decide to go get a haircut, I was bald as the sun. “oh my gosh! You will look like a boy! That was just a bad decision” well if it was then how come I rocked so much that more girls got their head bald. People will hate what you do for only one reason…because they can’t do it themselves. Just because people are not as bold, as smart, as self-motivated as you are, still, they will try their best to bring you down to their level. Just as successful people help others to be their best unsuccessful people will bring you down to become your worst. The sooner you will realize that there are no regrets about your body the sooner you will learn to be happy and feel accepted.