She is dark. She is ugly. She is not yet married. He doesn’t earn enough. He cannot make friends. She talks too much.He cannot speak English well….. They are all imperfect. We are all imperfect. But have we loved your imperfect side enough? Have we accepted that nothing in life is perfect?
Imperfection is what keeps me moving. I am too imperfect to be perfected but more than that I love myself perfectly imperfect!
(life is too short to be made perfect.Enjoy every moment.)