Perfection Isn’t Perfect by Yaritza Villar
As I flipped through the magazine on my coffee table, I couldn’t help but envy the models featured within it. Their bright eyes, perfect makeup, lean frames, flawless skin. I sat there, and I began to think:
Why couldn’t I look like that? I want to be as perfect as they are.
But as soon as that thought entered my mind, another one followed right behind it.
Well, why do you have to be “perfect?”
And I stopped for a moment. Why did I have to be “perfect?” And I realized it’s because everyone told me I “had” to be. Everyone expected me to act a certain way, dress a certain way, and think a certain way. But is that really what I wanted?
I wanted to be myself, and who I was wasn’t those people you see in magazines. And despite how long it has taken me to understand that, I’ve finally come to terms with it.
We are picked apart and inspected by the eyes of society, and we’re told what we’re doing wrong and what we need to fix.
We become so unsure of ourselves that we seek guidance from these people and companies who don’t even know us. At some point in every girl’s life, they will doubt who they are because of what others have told them. You begin to think that the only way to be accepted and praised like these models and actresses, is to imitate them. You go out of your way to eventually become something you’re not, and that’s the problem with society. Society constantly pushes us to “be ourselves,” and yet many of us are shamed when we try to do so.
At a young age, girls are conditioned to act and think in certain ways. As we get older, that doesn’t change. But what can change is how willing you are to reject those ideas and be your own person. You don’t have to accept what everyone pushes onto you if you don’t feel like you should. There will come a day when you’ll realize that although you don’t look like those models and actresses in a magazine, you can still be proud of who you are. Everyone has different standards and ideas as to what “perfect” truly is. So who’s to tell you that you aren’t?
The scarring oppression of society is what prohibits personal growth. It scars you in a way that you no longer feel comfortable speaking your mind. It scars you in a way that you no longer feel confident in the decisions you make for fear of making a mistake. It scars you so badly that you may lose who you are. But what I’ve learned is, it’s possible to heal and become your own person.
I’ve learned to love my dark brown eyes that I once believed should be blue. My brown hair that I wished was blonde. My short frame that I wished was taller. I’ve learned to love all the physical scars that scatter themselves every now and then over my skin which I once believed had to be smooth and flawless in order to be beautiful. I’ve learned that perfection is what you make of it, and I shouldn’t let others try and tell me what it really is.