Accepting Flaws

Trees jut out through the dry, cracked earth. The bare branches silhouetted against the bright blue sky. A mosaic of light and shade on these well warn paths.

Light streams through my half-asleep eyes. Dazed by the morning sun, a part of me wants to run. Run as fast and hard as I can. Leave this place and its familiar, unknown feeling of dread. Escape to the place where I feel safe.

But where will that leave me? Trapped and alone in the walls I built around myself. Bricks of pain, fear and dread. I thought I was protecting myself from harm but instead I was causing more damage. Burying my flaws deep inside, instead of wearing them as a coat of amour. But burying them out of sight and out of mind, never really works. It’s just a way of hiding them from view, eventually it will eat you from the inside.

If we are being honest with ourselves, no one is perfect- words we hear all the time, so much so that maybe they’ve lost their meaning. But we are all human. We all laugh, we all cry and we all struggle at times. The problem is, we only let others see what we want them to see.

When I look in the mirror, I see my flaws staring back at. Casting a shadow over me when I walk down the street. We live in a world which perceives imperfections as weaknesses. Why are we so ashamed of these when life itself is a perfect imperfection? Maybe it’s time to dig them up, face our fears and accept our flaws?

I know I’ve said it before, but I’ll say it until my lungs give out: our flaws don’t define us. It’s hard to change our flaws when their roots run deep within in our veins. It’s even harder to accept the flaws we have no control over.

I wish I could tie them to little balloons, let them drift high in to the atmosphere and set them free, but I know this isn’t possible. Instead maybe the key to setting them free is to look beyond our imperfections. Stop focusing on your flaws and cast your eyes on your beauty.

What you see in the mirror is different to what other people see. We look at ourselves through squinted eyes, picking apart at the threads that hold us together. Maybe we are all victims to a society that strives for perfection, constantly being compared to others to the point where we can’t see our own beauty. Trying to fit in to a mould that tells us how to look, feel and act. A mould that no one ever truly fits.

To start accepting our flaws we need to stop comparing ourselves to other people. Instead of wishing that you could be taller, admire the autumn flecks in yours eyes or how they reflect the colour of the sky. Try to stop wishing you could change things that you can never truly control. Start by looking for the attractive features of the people around you, perhaps pay them a compliment. Once you stop noticing flaws and start looking for beauty, you will start to see it in yourself.

There is no one else in the world that is quite like you. You are unique and you are beautiful. You deserve to feel comfortable and confident in your own skin. Confidence isn’t born, it’s grown. Like a seed it needs nourishing and it begins by accepting our flaws.

Until next time


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