My favorite things are beaten up and broken. My favorite scarf is ratted and held together by a thread. My favorite shoes are 14 dollar canvas sneakers that were once white . They keep my feet wet in the rain but they always dry just fine. My favorite boots are five year old leather covered in permanent dirt and mud, but they have walked with me through San Francisco rain storms, Canadian hills, Arizona’s saguaro desert, Surf City sands, and New York's slippery snow. My favorite t-shirt is stretched out with rips and tears throughout its thin cotton.
I too am beaten up, broken and sometimes held together by a single thread. But like the tough canvas of my sneakers, my tears also dry; like the scarred leather, I keep moving through storms even when covered in pain and permanence; and like the thin cotton, I still stay together when i am falling apart.
I think the reason I find beauty in imperfection is because it’s raw and real.
i believe there is power in accepting yourflaws as a part of your strength.