Perfect is one of those words that is thrown around carelessly, misapplied liberally, and understood vaguely, with the result that most don’t have a good grasp of what it means.
In our hyper-sexualized society, obsessed with perceived infallibility as we are, perfect has come to mean “without flaws.”
As in, nothing that’s not 100% desirable. No double edged swords or two sided coins. No bittersweet. No blessing/curses.
Purely, completely, and only that which society has deemed attractive.
Perfect has come to mean unattainable fantasy, defined primarily by complexion, body shape, hairstyle, feigned intelligence, and superficial charisma.
Perfect is the enemy of the individual. It attacks our self-love and tells us that it’s not okay to have a real existence, composed of good, bad, high & low.
No freckles. No cowlicks. No accents. No tempers. No varied body types. No different skin colors. No particular aptitudes. No mistakes, no learning. No idiosyncrasies, no quirks, no uniqueness.
Our culture, imposing the perfect paradigm upon us, tells us that we should strive to be a character invented by the minds of marketers, disseminated by media outlets, and idolized and perpetuated by the public.
A character without flaws.
As though flaws don’t create character.
I protest, and I suggest we adopt a new definition of perfect. A definition that embraces the fact that we don’t all have to be the same. We don’t all have to have the same prerequisite look and feel.
A definition that says “what you are is right.”
Needing no further improvement to be good enough.
And I promise you, we’re all perfect.