Thinking about perfection; the perfect looking people that we see from Hollywood, with their perfect bodies, and always perfectly ‘made-up’ – well, I wonder what effect that has on the majority in our society that can’t ever aspire to replicate such ‘perfection’. I wonder what it’s like for someone who, as soon as they step outside, is judged every time on how they ‘look’ and what they’re wearing. The media are always ready to pounce on them if they’re having a less than perfect day. There must be a lot of stress involved in looking that good! Not the least of which must be you’re never supposed to look older, but that’s another story.
Another thing I notice: looking around many stores there seems to be a disconnect – lots of very small clothes that I’m sure would probably look good on 1% of the population who are also under 25 years old, but most of the folks walking round the malls don’t look like that, and wouldn’t fit into those clothes, or if they tried, would look ridiculous; unfortunately some do try!
I don’t see anything wrong in trying to be, or trying to look the best we can, of course, and it’s great if it makes us feel good about ourselves, but I’m thinking that perhaps we spend too much time and effort trying to be more than we need to be! What’s wrong with just being who you are, and feeling okay with that? Nobody really has the right to judge us after all.
Who decides what perfection is anyway? And... Since perfection is an absolute, it cannot change, or create anything; it wouldn’t be perfection if it could. To quote the late poet, Sylvia Plath: “Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children” (The Munich Mannequins). There’s beauty in being real, and ‘real’ for most of us includes a few imperfections!