A window in Paris.
We prop our mannequin selves up in the window for everyone to see. Do you like her hat? How about her painted-on cheeks and lips, and exquisitely plastic skin? Surrounded by colorful distractions, everything is “perfect”. If it weren’t for her lonely eyes, you’d assume she was immeasurably content.
But her eyes tell the truth of the real person hiding behind them. Her mannequin self ignores her because she’s flawed and has failed. She can be messy or mean or lazy. So she thinks that must mean she’s unacceptable. She denis her existence, sometimes even to herself. But the energy it takes to maintain that picture is exhausting. Even worse, it’s inevitably isolating.
Today let’s celebrate imperfection. Show us your photos that are beautifully flawed. And you probably know this by now, but if you want to read more (from a true expert) on the subject, Brene is hosting a protest against perfection. I, along with many, have been very inspired by that. And her.