I've been tossing and turning with something on my mind and when I have to wake up to write something I find its best to just do that so I can go back to sleep.
This is my thought. Who gets to define perfect? What is perfect to you may not be perfect to me so why or better yet how is it defined? I'm attaching a poem I wrote a little over a year ago about myself. I'm attaching it because tonight I realized its not about me. It is about everyone of us who have ever felt like they didn't fit into the categories set out before us by society that we are supposed to fit into.
What is wrong with us when we can point out our flaws but can't pick out our perfections? Even the gray days offer light and most of them give us the spectacular gift of seeing the suns most perfect rays. God's way of gifting us with perfectness on a day we complain about.
So here is a poem from me to you, all of you who have gifted me with your unique perfectness. You who have felt not good enough, not pretty enough, thin enough, smart enough, or just not enough. I hope you will find that like me you are not light nor the absence of it you are every color of fabluousness. Own it.
I hope there are people you know that you can apply this to, share this with and remind them that it is up to you to define perfect and even though they may not feel good enough, they may be perfect to you.
To all of you who inspire me, thank you. I love you.