We’re our own worst critics. I see this in myself. I see this in friends who rag on the .0000005 inches of fat around their stomach. I see this in my students who have panic attacks for getting a “B+” on a test.
But, let’s be real, we’re not intended to be perfect. In fact, if you were perfect (or, at least, if you thought you were perfect), I’d probably hate you. Because perfection makes us weak.
Okay, now I wear a size -00. Now what? (Besides having to do all my clothes shopping at Baby Gap)
I got an A+ on my test. I guess I can’t work any harder than that.
Striving for perfection really only leads to temporary satisfaction, followed by a painstaking pressure to continue living up to those highly unattainable goals that you set for yourself.
So, my advice to you?
Burn your toast
Lose your car keys
Eat a cheeseburger
Fail a test
Forget to put on deodorant
…and grow from them.
What’s your favorite imperfection?