Perfect is overrated...or so i try to tell myself

  There are so many people in this world who look in the mirror, and when they see their reflection, feel terrible. Disgusted even. I include myself when I say "people." We all desire one thing:

  We want to be perfect.

  How would you describe perfect? What would be your definition? Here's what Urban Dictionary says: 

  per·fect /ˈpərfikt/Adjective: Having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.
 

 Did you read that? Did you read the whole description? Yeah, perfect is impossible. It can't be attained no matter how hard we try. You see, our generation lives in insecurity. We rank ourselves based on what other people. I'm not even joking when this is how many of our lives are like: "Oh, she's heavier than me, so that means I'm thin," or, "Her ugliness makes me look pretty. I don't have to worry." It's sad. It's so sad the way some people today function. 

  But even if we have ranked ourselves higher than other people, there's always someone in our mind who we'll never beat. There's always someone who has more perfect teeth, a thinner body, and\or prettier hair. And as long as we don't beat those people, we're ugly to ourselves. We're broken, angry, and horrified by the way we look. We only want to be perfect, and nothing else.  

  We also look to famous people. Jennifer Lawrence, Taylor Swift, Emma Stone---really, the list could go on and on. We look to these people and instantly feel insecure. We see their pictures online and just think, "I will never beat that." But why are we comparing ourselves to this picture: 

When really, Taylor Swift actually looks like this?!:

      

  Tantalizing desire of perfection has always lingered in my mind, never leaving me alone and causing unrealistic dreams to form. To myself, I am nowhere near good enough. I don't even qualify as good. Why?  My answer: Because inside my mind, there is a picture of a girl. She's flawless: thin, gorgeous, and has everything it takes. She is my creation of perfect , the girl I desire to be. Deep down inside I know that I will never be her, it is impossible. She's perfect, and perfect doesn't exsist in  anyone's reality, much less mine. But I strive to be more like her, to look and act like her.  What are my results? Disappointment. I am never nearly as flawless as the girl in the back of my mind. I try to tell myself that doesn't matter, that she isn't real...and sometimes it works. And then sometimes, I'm not as successful. 

  What I've learned is that your main goal in life shouldn't be to become perfect. You'll never reach it. My mind used to be made of one word: Perfect, perfect, perfect. I would be lying if I said I don't ever think that anymore, because I do. A lot. But when I'm feeling stress to be perfect, I remember something my aunt once told me forever ago: "I'm not perfect, but I'm still good."

  Trust me. It helps.