Today I realized that I have never reached perfection.
No matter how hard I tried,
no matter the endless face masks,
unfulfilling liquid diets,
exhausting exercise plans,
lonely soul searching weekend getaways,
chapters and chapters of dust covered books,
tearjerking love stories to move me,
perfection was never achieved.
My skin never looked flawless,
my body never acquired the perfect weight or curve,
tranquility and peace did not reside in my mind,
words on pages seemed empty and pretentious,
and love never ever reached my shore.
So finally, I have concluded that
up until now perfection has not defined me.
No matter how hard I tried,
I have not been perfect.
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