Did you see what I did with that word? Imperfect, to be flawed, becomes "I'm Perfect." The day I stepped outside nude, was the beginning of my self acceptance journey. A journey to befriend the inner voice in my head that has been so cruel, so critical, so mean. Things I would never say to anyone, I said to myself. In my head, I was never enough.
Since that day, it has been my goal to change those words. To rephrase the critical words into what I would say to my daughter. Instead of criticizing, I am grateful for what my body does for me. My legs dance, my arms hug, my stretch marks remind me of my beautiful children, wrinkles are laughter, gray hair my sparkles. As the Bruno Mars' song says "Girl you're amazing, just the way you are!"
Absolutely, I'mPerfect.