WRITER: ZOE SMITH
OHIO
It's Time to Resurrect the True Meaning of Perfect
“You’re so beautiful Zoey.” It was a late night, and we sat looking out at an abandoned field and the city below. The cool spring air had brought us together. The stars had emerged from their hiding places and it was then that he told me I was beautiful.
As much as I wanted to I couldn’t bring myself to believe him—a tendency not uncommon for us women. We shake our heads in denial, blushing, pretending those words weren’t said even when it means the world to us. We look around for someone else, as if to say, “You don’t, no, you couldn’t mean me,” when in actuality we know exactly who they meant.
Nights passed, and continue to pass, and he speaks sweet words in moments of quiet solitude. They are spoken from his heart and I am beginning to believe them. So I smile, look into his eyes and say thank you.
It is the first time that I have felt remotely confident. I have always felt that confidence had a timeline—when I get my braces off, when I can play that piano concerto, when I have perfect grades, and the list continues. I have pushed off feeling valuable. Until now it felt like a far-off destination based upon unrealistic circumstances beyond my control.
Believing in one self is difficult. Sure we believe in the capacity of others but for some reason we overlook our own capabilities. We spend hours poring over fashion magazines, looking at Pinterest, and comparing ourselves to others in hopes to obtain this illusive ideal of perfection. We ask our hairstylist to “make us look like her,” always ending up disappointed that we look like ourselves with a hairstyle that fails to flatter our own long, round or heart-shaped face. We buy clothes because “she wore them first.” We try to lose or gain weight to look like the girl next door who has “the perfect body.” We focus on the seemingly perfect definition of beauty, futilely striving to live up to the unobtainable standards we set based off observations of others. We put others on a pedestal while resigning ourselves to the fact that “we will never be as gorgeous as they are,” demeaning ourselves in the process. We ignore the cliché but true adage that “beauty comes from the inside out.”
And I am guilty of this attitude. Even this morning as I assessed myself in the mirror I caught myself wishing I was prettier, smarter, and more talented. But self-worth is not a destination that will come when we finally live up to someone else’s criteria. It should not even come, as I have been recently discovering, in hearing the kind words from those that love you. Confidence comes from becoming. It comes from self-love. We come to love ourselves, not in vanity but in our acceptance of our imperfections. We embrace our flat chest, lack of knowledge, and imperfect talents because when we wash away the makeup, finish the test, or end the relationship, what we are left with is ourselves, uncensored. It is that minimalist state of self that will either be our biggest enemy or truest ally. If we dig deep down, we can find seeds of belief in ourselves. We can find it in the beating of our heart, the wonder of our eyes, and the capacity of our ears. We can find it in the knowledge that we are a child of God, that we are created in His perfect image, by His perfect hands. With this divine parentage there are no mistakes. Our bodies, including our minds, are not only perfect, they are beautiful. Our talents and knowledge is God-given. This earth is beautiful, in part, because we are on it. And as we improve the world in which we live and improve ourselves, we can only become more perfect: whole and complete.
“You’re so beautiful Zoey.” It was a late night, and we sat looking out at an abandoned field and the city below. The cool spring air had brought us together. The stars had emerged from their hiding places and it was then that he told me I was beautiful.
As much as I wanted to I couldn’t bring myself to believe him—a tendency not uncommon for us women. We shake our heads in denial, blushing, pretending those words weren’t said even when it means the world to us. We look around for someone else, as if to say, “You don’t, no, you couldn’t mean me,” when in actuality we know exactly who they meant.
Nights passed, and continue to pass, and he speaks sweet words in moments of quiet solitude. They are spoken from his heart and I am beginning to believe them. So I smile, look into his eyes and say thank you.
It is the first time that I have felt remotely confident. I have always felt that confidence had a timeline—when I get my braces off, when I can play that piano concerto, when I have perfect grades, and the list continues. I have pushed off feeling valuable. Until now it felt like a far-off destination based upon unrealistic circumstances beyond my control.
Believing in one self is difficult. Sure we believe in the capacity of others but for some reason we overlook our own capabilities. We spend hours poring over fashion magazines, looking at Pinterest, and comparing ourselves to others in hopes to obtain this illusive ideal of perfection. We ask our hairstylist to “make us look like her,” always ending up disappointed that we look like ourselves with a hairstyle that fails to flatter our own long, round or heart-shaped face. We buy clothes because “she wore them first.” We try to lose or gain weight to look like the girl next door who has “the perfect body.” We focus on the seemingly perfect definition of beauty, futilely striving to live up to the unobtainable standards we set based off observations of others. We put others on a pedestal while resigning ourselves to the fact that “we will never be as gorgeous as they are,” demeaning ourselves in the process. We ignore the cliché but true adage that “beauty comes from the inside out.”
And I am guilty of this attitude. Even this morning as I assessed myself in the mirror I caught myself wishing I was prettier, smarter, and more talented. But self-worth is not a destination that will come when we finally live up to someone else’s criteria. It should not even come, as I have been recently discovering, in hearing the kind words from those that love you. Confidence comes from becoming. It comes from self-love. We come to love ourselves, not in vanity but in our acceptance of our imperfections. We embrace our flat chest, lack of knowledge, and imperfect talents because when we wash away the makeup, finish the test, or end the relationship, what we are left with is ourselves, uncensored. It is that minimalist state of self that will either be our biggest enemy or truest ally. If we dig deep down, we can find seeds of belief in ourselves. We can find it in the beating of our heart, the wonder of our eyes, and the capacity of our ears. We can find it in the knowledge that we are a child of God, that we are created in His perfect image, by His perfect hands. With this divine parentage there are no mistakes. Our bodies, including our minds, are not only perfect, they are beautiful. Our talents and knowledge is God-given. This earth is beautiful, in part, because we are on it. And as we improve the world in which we live and improve ourselves, we can only become more perfect: whole and complete.
Very lovely.
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