"I want to have control.
I want a perfect body,
I want a perfect soul. . ." - Radiohead
In my mind, Fifteen for a Moment is physically perfect. Ah, perhaps a little bony of the hip and yappy of the lip, but still durn near. ANd yet, she still wants to look like someone else - tannner, curvier, trendier.
When I was her age, I was fifteen, too. And I was always worried about how I looked compared to the other girls. I look at pictures of myself now and wonder why I wasted all that time worrying. But I did.
Now that I am just days away from 20/20, I catch myself considering that I am not, nor will I ever be Perfect. Of course, who am I trying to please? My husband? My friends? My kids? They all love me just the way I am.
Frankly, perfect is an unattainable goal - even for those who, from the outside, would appear to us to be so. At one time, I know my daughter considered someone like Britney or Paris or Lindsay to be perfect. . .while I hate to celebrate someone's demise, at least they've let a few seekers of perfection off the hook!
Wouldn't it be a wonderful gift to give our daughters to release them from their need to be perfect? I guess we start with ourselves. Enjoy who you are, flaws and all!
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