The Embodiment Of Perfection

It's a known saying that honesty is the best policy. So I make it my priority to be honest in every way possible. What is the embodiment of perfection? Is it to have the best look ,make the most money, or to be such a wonderful intellectual being? You see I'm asking because I don't know. Yesterday I went to Shecky's in Manhattan networking and having a good time with my co-workers when I came to this Vendor Lishkara. They had beautiful Indian handmade collections. I was browsing and found beautiful pieces when the representative for the vendor approached me and asked" Do you know your measurements?" You might think this was a harmless question but this question had brought up some bad memories. When I was younger (pre-teen and teenage years) I had a battle with my weight. I didn't like my curves. All of my friends were pencil thin, tall, long legs and then their was me short with big behind and big chest. I received attention from guys but that made me feel uncomfortable. This has brought severe self esteem issues. I didn't have the home support that was needed for me to overcome these feelings. So i began to join track, teach dance, work out but yet my curves wouldn't go away. It actually defined them. Gotten me more attention(also into big trouble.. that's another blog). I just couldn't get it right. Someone had asked me if I was born again what body form and features would I like to have? I told them preferably 5'5 (that's the average height of a female), slim (36-24-36, ) light skin, long locks that flows past my waist, some type of exotic eye color. If I had the chance to change me now I wouldn't for anything. Back then, I wasn't educated in the beauty of me. There is not a perfect person in this world. God made us all different because that's the beauty of being unique. It took me years to get over the pain and the hurt of wanting to be someone else. A lot of youth go through this everyday. Whats even worse some hasn't yet gotten over it and they are now adults feeding their children this self hate. The media also play a part in body image and whats perfect and whats not. As adults if we have children or not it is our job to be role models for our youth. It takes a village to raise a child and if we all pitch in we would have less runaway teens, and suicide. I'm glad that I had enough strength and courage to overcome the things I seen and been through in my life. Even though we would never be stamped with perfection. We all are unique. So I let the lady take my measurements out of mere curiosity and It was 38 1/2- 30-43 I'm proud to be who I am. God designed me this way because he appreciates my natural sun kissed skin my 5'0 frame, chinky eyes and high cheek bones. My flaws are flawless and God didnt make any mistake when he created me. So What Is The Embodiment Of Perfection? We are because we are made from the image of God