I have no curiosity for perfection. I don’t wonder at things that are flawless.
Am I impressed? Sure, sometimes. But curious… moved… touched? Those things I am not.
You know what’s beautiful to me? Things that make me FEEL something. Things that stir my soul, that pique my interest, that make my heart dance.
And, by that definition, what could be more beautiful than those moments that express humanity — imperfect humanity?
I love art that is imperfect. I love experiences that are memorable and unexpected and delightfully quirky. I love when people snort or declare their awkwardness or confess their own irrational fears over dinner and wine.
Because that’s what feels real to me. It feels accessible. Imperfection holds its hands out to you and says, “Everyone’s welcome here.”
It’s a natural instinct to want to hide our imperfections. We all want to be liked and accepted. We all want to protect ourselves from the pain of judgment or ridicule. But, take away our imperfections and you take away the most interesting, unique parts of us.
When faced with the opportunity to hide your (perceived) shortcomings, I hope you’ll think twice about withholding the very thing that makes you one-of-a-kind, because, in my opinion, it is also what makes you beautiful.