Some of us go through our entire lives yearning to be a better person because we've been conditioned to believe that we're lacking. A work in progress. Unfinished. Inachevé. Simpleminded idiots with halitosis in need of some serious plastic surgery. And there appears to be an ample supply of people around to reinforce that fact. It's a shame, but (as they say) life's a bitch, then you die and someone wears your clothes.
Sure there are layabouts and welfare freeloaders... but for those of us that aren't, I recently came across some top secret research. Don't ask me how I got it. And don't tell anyone. It's: Imperfect is perfectly okay. If we somehow beat the odds and find a way to feel good about who we are now, at this moment, the repercussions are surprising. Instantly, we gain the stature of small "g" gods, that nasty rash becomes just another opportunity to scratch, we are our perfect weight and our outlook is much more conducive to becoming the sex symbol we all know we are. Plus, if we're not constantly looking down on ourselves it's much easier to help others feel better about not being perfect too. Laughter, wasting time and enjoying life is no longer frivolous but an extremely integral part of our day. Mistakes are not the end of the world but a necessary part of becoming our own superhero. Life becomes a better place to be.
So we all might try allowing ourselves into the perfectly imperfect spotlight. By doing so we'll be demonstrating to others that they can do it too.
Here's Peggy (who, by the way, was practically imperfect)... let's keep dancing...