Perfection

Perfection–what is it and how do I achieve it? I get up every morning, and dread looking into the mirror because I don’t like what looks back at me. I quickly put some Noxzema on my face, which serves two purposes; one is to hopefully get rid of the puffiness under my eyes, and the other actually hides all those imperfections. The older I get, the more imperfect I become in my eyes. When did I get that saggy skin around my mid section? When did I get those droopy jowls, or how come my face has become so thin and lost that youthful volume? In an age when many imperfections can be “fixed” if you have the funds, it is easy to go overboard. I somehow think I will finally achieve Karma if I could just get rid of the fat on my thighs. But, I know for sure that the minute I get a tweak here and there, some other complaint surfaces. Oh, no, my breasts are uneven, or my foot is on backwards. I know that no matter how many surgical procedures I had to “correct” my many imperfections, I would never be satisfied. So many people go through their life with an ideal image of what they want to look like. It is so easy to get caught up in the plastic surgery game, getting one thing, then another, and another, until you don’t even look human; more like a doll or mannequin. I have seen people with real deformities, which, when corrected can transform the quality of their life. But, that is different–I am talking about the obsession with youth or beauty that causes so many people to devalue themselves even when they look fine, just not “perfect”. I know that I could go to the doctor and say, “Look just fix everything that is wrong with me”, and after he did, I’d find something else. It could be never-ending and unfortunately brings momentary “happiness” but it is not lasting. Happiness does indeed come from within, and by continually focusing on that coveted ideal we all see with celebrities, we will forever be chasing a ghost that will vanish in a wisp.

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  1. Got an email cartoon recently: “Inside every older person is a their younger person yelling ‘WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED?’
    You’re right. The mirror doesn’t tell the real truth, doesn’t tell who we are inside. The flab here and there, my turkey neck, giggly upper arms, ugh!! Then I remember that two close friends died before they acquired the above and I’m grateful for the gift of life – of a long and pretty healthy life. Think I’m going to move one of my sayings and put it next to my mirror. It’s one I’ve had since we were first married. After it got tacky (it was on cardboard) I cross stitched it. “Bloom where you are planted.” I’ve tried to do that through all the trials and tribulations I’ve experienced. With that, a sense of humor and a strong faith, I’ve survived well so far.

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