That's what we value.
In a Beyonce world, all we hear is:
perfect perfect perfect. Pretty. Beautiful.
That's why I struggled with my image for three straight years
and still do.
We strive for perfection and always come up short because there is always a new standard.
So we work harder?
Realize this, love.
Perfection is not as beautiful as acceptance.
What's beautiful is someone who has realized their imperfections yet
still loves themselves and, even better, is deeply loved by their Creator.
Because it means that they are free.
Freedom is greater than flawlessness.
We are free to admit our mistakes, reveal our scars, and bare our souls to the world.
It is because of Love that we are made beautiful.