You Are Perfect

Years ago, I worked with a woman who confessed to me that she hated everything about herself. She was unhappy with her hair, her body, her height—nothing felt right to her. The only thing she said she would keep of herself was her personality.

That moment made me sad, and even now, I feel a sense of sorrow when I think of this beautiful woman with her vibrant curls, bright eyes, and captivating smile.

We live in a world inundated with images of perfect bodies, flawless hair, bright white teeth, and unblemished skin.

When you glance at your reflection, what do you see? Do you even bother to look?

Who convinced us that we weren’t perfect? When did a few extra pounds, stretch marks, or any other so-called flaws make us feel inferior? As women, we must show ourselves more compassion.

Are your eyes deep-set? Or perhaps light and sparkling? I bet they’re just right, capable of seeing the beauty others may overlook.

No matter your body shape—pear, apple, plum, or any other silhouette—your unique form, with all its quirks and qualities, is perfect.

Are your breasts spilling out of your bra? Or perhaps they barely fill one? Do they stand tall or rest gently against your lovely body? All versions are beautiful.

When I develop characters for my romance novels, I intentionally avoid making them flawless. I want my readers to relate to them. In every story, there’s a love interest who cherishes everything about the woman with whom they fall in love, including her “flaws.” The overarching message is clear: there’s someone for everyone.

When we start to view ourselves as a collection of unique attributes rather than a list of imperfections, our perspective shifts.

So, take a cue from my stories. There’s someone out there who thinks you’re remarkable. What if that person turned out to be you?