Perfection

What is perfection?

Is it a number, a rating, a feeling?

Is it a place, an event, a trip?

Maybe it's a person?

Is it love, a relationship or marriage?

Is it a quality, trait or feature of excellence?

Perhaps, it's a state of being?

Is it a body or parts of a body?

Does it mean being perfect?

Does it mean being skinny?

Is it a destination?

Is it the end?

Is it worth striving for?
Is it an accomplishment?

If two people have different ideas of perfect, is there such a thing?

I am a mom and a wife.

I make plenty of mistakes.

Say and do the wrong things at the wrong time.
I have many flaws.

I do my best but always try for better.

I will never have the best body but I'll work to be healthy.

I am defined by my values, my goals, my aspirations, not by the way I look.

I am human.

I'm here to try to be a positive model of a what a woman should be for my daughter.
To teach her right from wrong.
To teach her that being a certain shape, size, look, a certain whatever, doesn't matter.
It's what is inside that counts.
It's her character that will get her further in life.
That having a sense of humor is a better quality than having a pretty face.
That it's not okay to imitate or duplicate, but to be original.
To cherish individuality instead falling into the group.
To not drink the kool-aid.
That every person is beautiful and there is no such thing as being perfect.

I am not perfect.

I am me. 

Being the best that I can be.