Perfection is so imperfect. I’m not perfect. Nor do I care to be. However, I’m honest, sincere, empathetic, supportive, kind and caring. Everything else is mediocre compared to what’s really important.
Nowadays many care too much about how they look, what size you are, what clothes you wear; yet give less energy and care to the beating heart and growing mind inside a person. I don’t care about being a size 0, I could careless about what I’m wearing; I’ve learned there are more precious things in life besides outer exteriors.
I think society should start nurturing and promoting those things more instead of always shoving down our throats the materialistic things needed and ideal body one should desire.