love and the imperfect

isn't it wonderful to know that we don't have to be perfect - or even very lovely - to be loved?

it's funny how we all strive for some sort of perfection, it's almost as if we have to. placed within us from the day of our birth; the need to please. in our search for perfection, even in our rebellion we rebel perfectly. piercings, tats, underground music, experimentation, head turning fashions, drugs, we do it all so perfectly.
so intense is our need for perfection, that we seek for it outside of who we are, looking for validation we primp, cut, tuck, paint, extend, enlargen, lie, decieve, inject, colour, hate, love, and die. so intense is our need for pefection that we kill those parts of ourselves we deem imperfect, thus never reaching our full potential in who we were made to be.

love, where is your perfection?

i stutter. sometimes quite severely, depending on my surroundings. and i hate it. it has embarassed me, crippled me and caused me to overcompensate. yet i've found that some men in my life have found it very cute. and when my own family would laugh at me, they didn't. ever. they allowed me to be imperfect when i thought i had to carefully speak so i would not embarass myself and make them uncomfortable.

so intense is our need for love, we kill those parts of ourselves we deem imperfect, all the while forgetting that perfect love strives in the midst of imperfection, and once tested comes out as true. and that is why loving someone and ourselves is sometimes soo hard, it's not something we know... really.....it takes many of us years, some entire lifetimes to come to the realization that we are who we are, and we are that way for a reason. but when we understand that we are made imperfect, and once we truly accept that fact, offering and recieving true love will be that much easier. that less painful, and that much more rewarding, but true love starts with self love, and self love starts with the permission to live. love yourself for exactly who you are, tweak what you feel neccessary but from a place of genuine betterment, and not from a place of confused reality and the need for perfection.

love is a deep pool of water that when experienced correctly, can bring refreshing to ones body, mind and soul. the need for perfection is a shallow pool, that if stayed in too long will cause you to drown and look stupid doing it.

give yourself permission to be the beautifully imperfect being that you are, love yourself unconditionally, and the right one, the right people will not be able to help but love you too.