I'm afraid it will never be perfect again. I am indelibly stained. Forever redefined, but blurred around the edges.

HOW do you define a word without concrete meaning? To each his own, the saying goes, soWHYpush to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people will agree isWHERE you want to be? Faultless. Finished. Incomparable. People can never be these, and anyway,WHENdid creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the personWHOlives inside your skin? The outside belongs to others. Only you should decide for you -WHATis perfect.

Perfection is a ridiculous goal because there is no such thing. Real beauty is what you are inside.

When did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person who lives inside your skin?