What are imperfections and who decides that they are anything less than perfect?
I was inspired to write this post by the gorgeous Em (@mypaleskinblog) and her Youtube video, 'You look disgusting'. If you haven't seen it yet check it out (youtu.be/WWTRwj9t-vU). It's so powerful and portrays one of the most important messages for our generation.
Who decides what your imperfections are? Who has made the decision that that part of you or little habit that you have is imperfect?
The answer is most likely, you. We all have little things that we don't like about ourselves that we decide make us imperfect.
I think it is important to think about your own 'imperfections' and why you love them. From a very young age I have suffered from a condition where my dead skin cells do not come away from my body like they should (sounds gross I know). This has left me with some hyper-pigmentation and patches to my back, chest and stomach. This could have been minimised if I had known about body scrubbing and skin lighting creams when I was a child but I didn't, meaning it's a lot more stubborn and difficult to deal with now. Three out of the four seasons it doesn't really bother me too much as it is hidden under clothes, but when Summer comes around I am more self-conscious.
So why do I love this 'imperfection' of mine? Well, for anyone who has tried to exfoliate their back you will know that if you want to apply any firm pressure it is next to impossible, so Nic kindly does this for me. It's nice and relaxing, and nice to have that time together. Admittedly I probably enjoy it more than Nic does but he doesn't mind doing it as he knows it's slowly making me more body-confident as I start to see results.
My second 'imperfection' is that I have an irrational anxiety when it comes to alcohol. I don't like to be around people who are drinking alcohol or who are drunk and I have never really drunk myself. I don't know where this fear stemmed from or why it effects me so much. I can have panic attacks when in situations where people around me are drinking and even just thinking about being in those situations makes me nervous. If someone tries to make me have a drink I will freak out. I can't help it. It's just how I react to the situation, even though I know in my mind nothing bad is going to happen, but that's the thing about anxiety, it is completely irrational. I am grateful for it though. It makes me very different to a lot of other 22 year olds. I don't spend money on alcohol, instead I choose makeup and there is no chance of me waking up on a Sunday morning with a hangover. So although sometimes I get down because I feel I can't attend as many social events as I'd like because the anxiety gets in the way, there are always reasons to love your imperfections.

Why do you love your imperfections?
Louise
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