I remember growing up being surrounded by amazing women, young and old, who seemed to be so cool, so fabulous, so comfortable in their own skin. All uniquely themselves…oh how I wanted to be them. I wanted to be cool. I wanted to look in the mirror and like what I see. I wanted to be comfortable in my own skin. One day I became that cool woman (or at least I think I’m cool, lol). One day I woke up and was like, I AM beautiful. One day I decided to embrace myself, as I was. I became uniquely like the women I’d admired as a child.
What beaching such a woman has taught me is that the women I admired so much weren’t perfect. They had insecurities underneath their exuding confidence. Their coolness meant that everyone didn’t understand or even like them. They cried themselves to sleep at night. They looked in the mirror every now and then, wondering if they were beautiful. While they exuded confidence, needing no validation, the kind words of a man made her happy. They were crazy smart, but were;t afraid to ask for help. In becoming the kind of woman I’d always admired, I realized just how imperfectly perfect they were and how imperfectly perfect I AM.
“You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.” – Amy Bloom
Shout out to the wonderful village of women who helped raise me and continue to teach me what it means to be an imperfectly perfect woman.