Blemish

So what’s perfection anyway? And why do I not have it?

I woke up this morning with a huge zit on my cheek. Despite the fact that I have thinning hair, plenty of unsightly freckles and a protruding tummy, I still put on my favourite pair of earrings and stepped out for work.

I don’t do this because I am unafraid , because honestly, judgemental people terrify me. I only dare because I realize that criticizing myself will not pay any of my bills. Believe me I have tried.

Imperfection has been pertinent in my life. I have had friends who were accepting of me and acquaintances who weren’t. Either way with some hurt in my heart or relief at having never invested in a fickle friendship, some way or the other I moved on with life.

I have never been particularly noteworthy and to most of the world I am about as unremarkable as the salary I made last month. If anything that would probably attract pity let alone applause!

But I’m still sticking around, still trying to get a breakthrough and I still have hope. Despite the fact that I am not perfect, or that there are million’s of people better than me at what I already do or want to do. I still hold on and push through, with my zit, balding head and weight issues.

I do daily what I do this best. I stick around, I try my hardest and I don’t give up.

So I show up at every opportunity in all my imperfect glory and guess what?

Nothing anyone ever says can stop me.

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Oh and about the zit, just so you know, green tea oil works like a charm.