i stood in my living room listening to a friend as she described walking down the street with her very attractive and sexy husband. she said, "when we walk down the street together i wonder how many people pass us and ask, 'why is he with her?' "
i was shocked, for no matter how handsome this man was, his wife was a beautiful woman with a face and a body most others envy. how could it be that a beautiful woman cannot feel she is beautiful? what is the point of being beautiful if she feels just like someone who is not? i recognized then this terrible great equalizer.
much later and not long ago i found myself asking the question, "i wonder what it would feel like if i had done everything right?" and i felt i was asking the question, "what does it feel like to be perfect? what does it feel like to be beautiful?"
and it suddenly hit me. it feels like this. it feels exactly like this, who and how i am right now, even feeling mixed up and feeling imperfect. it feels the way my friend felt and it feels the way i feel.
we are perfect. we are beautiful. and if we can't feel it, we are just like my friend who couldn't see. and just like me.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
on writing "like this"...
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Imperfect is perfect. So true!
hi mermaid ~ i've been thinking of you during the past several days and have been wishing good things for you and your new baby.
"imperfection is perfect" is a lovely thought but it seems to me the message here might be a little deeper. rather than seeing my imperfection as being perfect, it seems to me there is no imperfection. i am not imperfect. societal or personal expectations or misperceived reflections may cause me to think so, but i am not imperfect. that's what i think, anyway...
i love the discussion of it here...
Having a *more* good-looking partner brings much joy initially. And then you realize that looks are really, actually transient to a relationship. What can keep it going steady is the bond between the two.
Of course, the sighs and the looks of envy other people give can be quite a high! ;)
The jealous looks feel good for about a week; and if the happiness does persist beyond that, then the relationship really doesn't mean much to the individual.
I'm as perfect as imperfect can be. Damn, I'm good at being mediocre. :-)
beautiful post.
yeah i think we all fall victim to this....but when we talk of beauty, we should talk about what lies within as well for it is the most important. sometimes we need someone to remind us. i remember once a stranger on the street making a similiar observation to me and wow how it brighten my day. we just need reminders. i love your poem. it's short and sweet and to the point.
beautiful, reflective post :)
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