I am perfectly imperfect, and I am ok with that.
I love all of my flaws as they remind me of my humanity.
I love all of me with my quirks and all, as that’s what makes me so loveable.
I used to compare myself to others as I never realized my own self-worth before.
I used to believe I was never good enough as others showed their might through authority and power.
I know better now.
I know that every single human being is walking around with a story of their own.
I now know the power of thoughts and the importance of my beliefs.
I know now that perfect people are some of the loneliest people in the world.
I know my value, and I add tax.
I know that I am worthy like anyone else because of birthright.
I know that making mistakes is part of being human.
I no longer beat myself up for it, nor do I repeat the tapes from the past.
I learn from my mistakes, and I move on as I let the past in the past.
I know now that there is nothing wrong with it, and I don’t need fixing.
I know now that striving for perfection is essential to me as I value excellence and quality.
I also understand the difference between perfection and mastery.
I love mastery as I fulfilled my love for learning, and I enjoy my journey to knowledge.
Perfection is an elusive standard bestowed upon me by society.
I know now that I will listen more often to my soul’s desires than my mind’s limitations.
So I embrace my imperfections as I am learning to love myself as I am and all over again.