I Am Not Perfect Yet A Masterpiece In Making

No human body is flawless or perfect but unique in its way. We mortals only get to see the outer beauty ignoring the inner beauty, which defines who we are.

We judge only on physical appearance forgetting about the struggles, challenges that every life faces behind. Forgetting about the beauty that resides inside. It’s these challenges and struggles in life that polishes us to shine our inner light.

Do we ever ponder on why there is variation in every life form? Of course, there is science and DNA behind it, but apart from that, variation brings charm and beauty to life. Without which life is boring and not happening. Imagine, if we all humans were equally beautiful? Humans always look out for newness in every form, that’s what attracts them.

Body shaming not only hurts you but shatters your inner peace, at times pushes you into depression. We are moved by criticism as we see ourselves through mortal eyes, only the outer self, ignoring the higher self that builds our character. Our higher self is our soul which is untouched and unseen, defining every trait of our personality.

Even the most perfect looking body, straight from a supermodel magazine undergoes several surgeries to give that extra oomph factor that the world wants to see. To fit into this world we all try to polish ourselves, try to hide our displeasing looks.

My story completely resonated with the song “Perfect” by Anne-Marie.

Don’t feel like putting make-up on my cheeks

Do what I wanna

Love every single part of my body

Top to the bottom

I’m not a supermodel from a magazine

I’m okay with not being perfect

My story goes back to my childhood where I was not bullied by my friends, but at times criticised by my relatives. Life was a bit easy in school as I was good at academics and had plain-looking girls as friends so not much competition nor any bullying around. I was often referred to as “Pakai” meaning toothless in Odia as had the most imperfect set of teeth. Though, bit heart pinching to hear that special name but it never bogged me down much. My mom would suggest I should smile and not laugh my heart out as it would reveal my imperfect teeth. Maybe she did so to provide me with a solution as even a dentist could not set them right. Or maybe to protect her child from sarcasm and provide the best for her.

It was my father who was always proud of her three daughters, he always encouraged us whatever we did and always taught us to see the inner beauty of a person rather than the outer self which goes back to dust after death. This thought of being proud of what you are, or what you are gifted with, was inculcated quite early in my life. So, sarcasm regarding my teeth or my skin tone or my protruded belly never bogged me down, I take it with a smile.

Today, being a middle-aged Mom I am struggling hard to shed few pounds not to get back those curves to be flaunted but to be a role model for my kids to stay healthy. Making them realise that staying fit should be one’s priority. Trying to do anger management through yoga and meditation, pushing myself to be a better mom. Working on my flaws would make me a better person as a whole.

Way to go, but it’s worth the wait, no

You haven’t seen the best of me

I’m still working on my masterpiece and I

Those who mind, don’t matter

Those who matter, don’t mind

These lines are from the song ” Masterpiece” by Jessie, which speaks my mind and what I strive for. We need to accept ourselves first with whatever flaws we have and then we can take the whole world in our stride.

“Kintsugi”, in Japan is an ancient art of putting broken pottery pieces back together with gold built on the idea that in embracing flaws and imperfections, we can create an even stronger, more beautiful piece. This 400-year technique highlights the “scars” as a part of the design. Using this as a metaphor for healing ourselves teaches us a vital lesson: Sometimes while mending things that have broken, we create something more unique, beautiful and resilient. I am in the process of making my masterpiece, embracing all my imperfections and flaws. Striving and fighting each day to make a better tomorrow for me, my family and my community. I am not perfect yet a masterpiece in making !

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