There is no perfect. There is no imperfect.

Quick… name the opposite.

Dark…

Tall…

Can lightness exist if there is no darkness? Can tall exist if no one is short? Continuums can only exist if there is a place to go on the other side and if there are stops in between. And so when I ask you to name the opposite of this word…

Imperfect…

What comes to mind? Did you think perfect? But don’t we know there is no perfect? That perfect is an idea and not a truth. That perfect is simply a construct to sell us a bag of goods or actions or insecurities. There is no perfect way to look, no perfect way to behave. If there were, then we would not have been designed to be such unique, individual beings.

Humanity wasn’t mass produced. We are each individual works of art, our own masterpieces. We are like our fingerprints, snowflakes even, as novel as the tinkling of our unique laughter. And so here’s the thing that we all know, that we hear ourselves say sometimes but maybe have never really registered, “THERE IS NO PERFECT.”

If there is no perfect, there is no imperfect, either. Perfect is a farce, designed to make us yearn for something different and, if we do that, then we’ll constantly consume. Maybe this diet will make me thin enough, this mascara will make my lashes lush enough, this bronzer will make me glow enough. If we’re chasing perfect, there’s always another step we can take.

But imperfect is just as much of a farce. If we feel we are imperfect, we yearn just as much, we chase just as much, we spend just as much energy and time and money on getting to perfect.

So, here’s the truth. There is no perfect. There is no imperfect. We are each uniquely made. That is no accident. That is no mistake. We are divine as we are.