A Flaw is Beautiful and Perfect

There are days I try so hard to be perfect. Let's face it, I'm far from it. I'm not even perfect, even if I wanted to be. I continually screw up and it frustrates me, but I started thinking about it. I think we all need to accept our flaws more.

Flaws Are Beautiful 
Think about children when I say this, but every kid has a hard time saying words or doing  certain things. For me it was my inability to say L's for most of my youth. I called myself Coby before Kobe was cool. I was the original. Yet, I hated the way I talked. It was embarrassing that no one ever knew my name.

I finally got my parents to take me to a speech class to help me. It was so nice, but even today I get tongue tied.

You see this flaw was inherited. My family always had issues with this, but I hated it.

Looking back I start to think it was actually something of beauty. There I was carrying on a genetic characteristic that my family had. It wasn't that we couldn't talk right, it was that our tongues were just too short and easily got tangled up.But it was something that my family had a problem with. It made me unique.

The flaw was something of beauty. Just like it's a beautiful flaw when your significant other can't say a certain word or when your children, no matter how hard they try, can't quite grasp something.

Embrace The Flaws 

Too many of us try to cover our flaws. We seek special surgeries to have birth marks removed, we get plastic surgery done because a feature on our body isn't perfect, or we'll go get liposuction because we're a little over weight.

We look down upon flaws as if they are something that isn't beautiful. In reality it's what separates us from each other. Flaws are the characteristics that create individuals. If we were all the same and all of us inherently perfect, we'd have nothing to set each other apart.

You wouldn't find the "one" because all lovers would look, act, speak, behave, and do things the same.

We wouldn't worry about special needs because no one would have them.

And what would be the point of teaching diversity, there's no reason for that in a perfect, un-flawed world.

Flaws Make You Unique, They Are Special 

I've always hated the word retard or retarded. I hate it because it's used to offend someone. In reality, something that is retarded it's slow. A human, while each and every one learns at a different speed isn't slowing down as a human. We are all moving at the same genetic speed, we just learn differently and some of us don't grasp things as well.

You see, I also hated the word because if you ever made a mistake you were considered a "retard". I had a lot of friends who were special needs kids, they had their own class and many of them were disabled in some form. Did it make them flawed humans who needed fixed? No. It made them humans who learned at a young age not to judge an individual based on their looks.

Those children learned to be perfect humans, humans who indeed were special because they were the only one's who learned how to behave and treat everyone with respect. They didn't need special attention, we needed special attention.

We're the Slow One's Here

How slow are we? We are so pitiful as a race that we look at the smallest things to fix rather than accept ourselves and each other for those flaws. We pick out the fact that someone has no hair, pick on people for having speaking issues, pick on people for being overweight. We pick on everything and point out every flaw.

How can we be perfect? 

We're the one's that are slow, because we haven't learned to accept the flaws. We'll only approach perfection by realizing that our flaws are beautiful. For accepting people as people rather than their gender, age, abilities, or sexual preference. To be a perfect person we must learn to treat everyone equally and be open to everything.Only once we realize that flaws are beautiful and are what makes us people will we then find perfection.

I can't thank the kids I grew up with enough. Without the diversity and differences in friends, my parents reminding me that we are all the same, and my acceptance of differences was I able to understand this. Yet, I'm not a perfect person. I have plenty of flaws. I've just learned to accept the fact that I'm going completely bald, that I have a hard time speaking sometimes, and that I will always wear contacts or glasses. By doing that, I've come closer to perfection than I could have ever imagined.