Perfection. Noun. The state or quality of something being perfect. The action of improving something until it is faultless. The ideal, the ultimate, the dream. Perfection. The dictionary’s perfection. Perfection. The highest degree of quality, glowly skin, thin figure, flawless, no scars, no tears, no bad skin, no bad days, muscled, thick hair, tall, lean. Perfection. Society’s perfection. Perfection, an addicting thing. But something, to me, that can not be defined. Everybody has their own ideal ‘ perfection’. Everybody has these things they want to be, these things that they have to be. In order to be perfect. The skinny girl wants curves, in order to be perfect. The curvy girl wants none, in order to be perfect. The blonde boy wants brunette, in order to be perfect. The brunette boy wants blonde, in order to be perfect. The sad girl wants happy, in order to be perfect. The shy girl wants confidence, in order to be perfect. The confident one wants silence, in order to be perfect. And I want lots, but I will never be, Society’s version of perfect.
Did you know, in the UK alone, around over 725, 000 people suffer with an eating disorder. Did you know, that approximately one million people commit suicide every year. Did you know, 1 out of 4 people suffer with a mental disorder. Did you also know that the rates of self harm, and death. Are increasing. No, neither did I. Because we don’t often like to talk about the things it takes to be perfect. Because then, our perfect, wouldn’t be so perfect anymore.
Along with beauty, perfection is one of those things, that we belive to be a certain thing. Because most humans like to think logically, we hear a word, we know the definition. And so that word, is associated with its definition. And so beauty becomes long hair, and white teeth. And the beauty of humanity, of a recovering alcoholic, of a girl who stopped cutting, of the person that stood up to a bully, of life, of fun, of sunsets and sunrises. Do not fit the defintion anymore, so they are no longer associated with beauty. And it is the same with perfection. Perfection becomes a certain size, a certain weight, a certain look, a certain life. Not your own individual thing. Perfection has becomes something that is so unhealthy to strive for because it isn’t even real anymore. Just another word, in another dictionary.
But these words. These things that we feel we have to be. Are addicting. People always say that they smoke because it gives them something, just like people cut because it makes them relive something, feel pain physically instead of mentally. People get hooked on drugs because living in fantasy is less scary than living in reality. And people get addicted to achieving perfection because they feel society’s perfection, is the only thing that they can ever be. As soon as you start to diet, or you pick up your first foundation. As soon as you criticize your appearance, and you vow to make it better, you vow to be better, to get better. It is so hard to stop, because perfection is addicting. One of the worst drugs of them all.
I think as humans, we are continuously trying to improve, and I can say that for a fact, because I do it. I want to get better at everything, to be better and to do better. But there is a huge difference between being better/improving, and being perfect. Because, and I hate to be cliché. But nobody is perfect. The word ‘perfect’ is forever changing, it evolves as the media evolves, it evolves as society evolves. And we all have our own interpretation of it. Somebody’s version of perfect. Will always be the next person’s version of ugly. And that is how it is. Perfection will never be achievable, until you realise you are perfection already.
The defition of perfection isn’t the real one. Perfection is not appearance. Perfection is so many beautiful things. Perfection is whatever you want it to be, perfection is what makes you happy. Perfection is love and passion. Perfection is friends and fun and laughter. Perfection can be anything. Because perfection is down to some bodies own unique interpretation, because we are all different.Get addicted to the beautiful things, to the love the passion. Get addicted to the friends, the laughter, the sunshine the happiness. Get addicted to the right perfection, to the real perfection. And that imperfect perfection, is life.
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