April 6, 2015

Reclaiming Perfection. {Affirmation Activity}

recaliming the word perfect

I was interviewed this morning by Meena Avery of Impress me, Please?

On her podcast show we were talking about the word perfect.

I have a theory: we should all take the word “perfect,” throw it out the window and run over it a few times.

Perfect doesn’t allow any space for us to be human—we all have “imperfections” or parts of ourselves that we are constantly working at loving.

I don’t think we are ever 100% at home in our shoes, for there are always things for us to work on and work out.

Whether these things are ingrained belief systems and insecurities from our childhoods, new scars, weight gain after pregnancy, grey hair, wrinkles—our bodies are always changing, aging, and growing.

I have wrinkles at twenty five that shout loudly from my face whenever I smile hard. These come from years of playing too hard in the sun.

In our podcast I joked that we should delete the word perfect from the dictionary.

Meena asked me if we could reclaim the word perfect instead.

It sparked an activity idea that I wanted to do: making a list of our own perceived imperfections, then when we are finished, crossing the “im” from each one. Then we read them out loud.

When it’s done, we can take the list and place it somewhere we will see it every day, letting these “perfect imperfects” become affirmations for our brains to absorb and relearn as things to be proud of and take pride in.

Here’s my list:

My curly, frizzy, wild, fro of hair is imperfect.

My rank Robinson morning breath is imperfect.

My skinny, fifteen-year old knobby knees are imperfect.

My spine bones that show on my back are imperfect.

My pancake, double A breasts are imperfect.

My non-abs are imperfect.

My sunspots that don’t tan on my back and chest are imperfect.

My birthmark on the right side of my chin is imperfect.

The scar on the bottom of my chin is imperfect.

My left armpit that smells stinker than the right is imperfect.

My hip bones that jag out and bruise from lack of cushion after surfing are imperfect.

The stubborn, unreasonable baby hairs on the side of my face that refuse to be anything but trouble are imperfect.

The pimples I have at twenty-five are imperfect.

My left eyebrow that isn’t quite as sassy and arched as my right is imperfect.

The space in the middle of my teeth is imperfect.

My tiny elf ears are imperfect.

Now it’s your turn.



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ihenrietta Apr 8, 2015 6:28am

I read this and my first thought was, "This girl is 25 and skinny. She is going to catch so much crap for talking about perfection." Then I had to laugh for a few reasons. First, I think it's a beautiful facet of human existence if we can notice that one armpit is stinkier than the other. Second, I personally never had acne in school and, being really unpopular, good skin was all I had–until 19, when my skin suddenly went crazy. I blame hormones. And third, to everyone who reads this and then says God, if only I looked like her–just remember this article is meant to be affirming of everyone! In the past year I've lost a bunch of weight–because I'm sick. I don't even know what type of sick. I managed to gain some back a few months ago, and had a muffin top for the first time in ages, and I was delighted. No one knows what they have! So appreciate it all. Loving yourself requires no prerequisite.

Kelly Apr 7, 2015 12:54pm

If I looked like you, I'd feel perfect! But I am lumpy, bumpy, and frumpy 🙁

Jillian Apr 7, 2015 9:15am

I love you. Just pure love. Oh and my left armpit smells and sweats more too. Oh what a beautifully perfect life we live

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