Imperfections

"God knows I'm not perfect either. I've made tons of stupid mistakes, and later I regretted them. And I've done it over and over again, thousands of times; a cycle of hollow joy and vicious self-hatred. But even so, every-time I learned something about myself"

We all have flaws. We all make mistakes. We all have done things we're not so proud of . We all have weaknesses. Don't we? I mean have you ever known someone who has never done anything wrong or who is perfect. If not, then why are we all so hard on ourselves? We all have imperfections or flaws that we tend to over-think about. Why do that? Why change who we really are? Why loose ourselves trying to get better for others? People who really love us or care about us will love us with all our imperfections.

I believe that its better to be hated for who you are than to be loved for who you aren't. I know that everyone's perfect in unusual ways. We are all wonderful, beautiful wrecks. That's what connects. That we're all broken, all beautifully imperfect. I know that all my right choices make me happy and proud but all my wrong choices make me who I am and without them I would be incomplete. So I guess that I'm glad to be broken and imperfect because that's what completes me.