There was a time in my life when I looked in the mirror and wanted to change everything. I was looking for a sense of perfection of which I now know does not exist. This “perfect” life that I was wishing for was a result of me comparing myself to other people. Then I realized that no one is perfect. Even the perfect people out there are not perfect because perfection is something that can only be faked not lived. No matter how well it’s covered up, underneath it all there is imperfect stuff. And honestly who cares?
When I stopped rejecting my reflection and started owning my stuff, everything started to change. I started to love everything about me. My perfectly flawed self. You see, comparison is the thief to all joy. And the only thing I have to be is ME.
In the end…all of the things I wanted to change about myself became useless when I stopped measuring life and started appreciating it.