Perfectly Flawed

When I first read of the Nazi ideology of the perfect race, the perfect human, I was so driven by it. I mean, I didn’t like their approach to it but you sure can’t deny how brilliant the concept was. Ofcourse there are a million other ways they could’ve achieved this with, not denying including possibly peaceful ways too, but that’s not my point. Imagine how the world would’ve been today if all of us would’ve developed stage by stage into perfection. Chances are there wouldn’t have had been any pandemic because we all would’ve been immune to it.

The more I researched into it, I started looking into the mirror more. And each time, only one thought would strike my mind, “How perfectly flawed you’re!” There was no chance I would’ve been even a bit close to being the perfect human. The only thing that matches for that matter if I’ve to state is that I’m Aryan by birth being an Indian (Not meant to hurt anyone’s sentiments here, and apologies if I did indeed!)

To tell you how flawed I’m, lets start with my hair. They’re thinning and I’m balding quickly and I’m soo young yet for any of this to start! This is soo sad. I’ve pimples all over my face. Imagine how ugly I must be looking. I’ve a droopy nose, you’ll find my hanky soaked in goo at all times. My mouth is structured in such a way, the upper teeth tend to hang ahead while the lower ones are pushed inside. Braces couldn’t fix this, can you imagine! I’m terribly fat, with almost additional two person’s fat being included inside one. Plus I’m brown and husky. Not fair, not fair. I can barely stand, my chicken legs don’t hold my bodyweight. How hard can life get.

So now if you’ve pictured this, you may think roughly how I must be looking. How beautiful is my skeleton. If I were there at the time then, I’m sure I must’ve been a dead carcus. But looking at the mirror gave me an insight, a period of reflection much needed to win the battle with self. So what if I’m flawed? Is anyone really perfect anyways. Everyone has their ups and downs. Everyone experiences pain and agony. Having everything doesn’t make one happy and not having anything doesn’t make one sad either. Perspective is important, but most importantly self acceptance.

Imagine this. If I don’t accept myself, how are others supposed to accept me. How can I see others eye to eye if I don’t see myself in the same way. Embracing what you have enhances you more than faking something just to get temporary satisfaction. So a lesson learnt for sure. Be beautiful in your own eyes, the world will gradually see it too! And if they don’t, who cares? You’re enough for your own good. Just smile away..

PS: I didn’t mean to hurt anyone here by pointing out how ugly one can be by having the above body features or so. I’m sorry if you felt offended.