I M Perfect lady

I am trying to re-create the process of how I discovered I was an imperfect woman and how I broke down each meaning.  

I pretty much looked up the meanings and checked myself to see where I was.

im·per·fect [ im púrfəkt] adjective : Definition: 1. faulty: having a fault or defect: 2. not complete: lacking a part.

per·fect (pûr f kt) adj. 1. Lacking nothing essential to the whole; complete of its nature or kind. 2. Being without defect or blemish: a perfect specimen.

When you read both of the meanings, they are talking about whole or incomplete.

In order to find out what a whole woman was, I had to know first of all what a woman was as defined by the dictionary.

Woman. n. An adult female. female, lady.

 Female – noun . 1. a person bearing two X chromosomes.

Now I was getting somewhere.  It seems that a perfect woman is an adult female of the Human Species. 

How in the world is it so hard to be a perfect woman?

I had lost all identity once, and it left me in a strange spot. I had no definitions anymore in my mind, I was just a body walking around, a female body.  What was also weird at that time, I went out looking for normal.  Normal can't be found.  What is normal and for whom? I had lost myself and I was out looking for myself in others. I know that this is hard for most to imagine….a blank mind, a mind with out a preconceived idea.  Even as I write that, " preconceived"…. it leads me to wonder what is conceived?

con·ceive (k n-s v) v. con·ceived, con·ceiv·ing, con·ceives. v. tr. 1. To become pregnant with (offspring). 2. To form or develop in the mind; devise: conceive a plan to …  

What preconceptions are in place in our minds, who put them there, and are they even true anymore as we sit here today? 

Now back to the definition of imperfect, it was lacking, not complete.   

Complete. adjective. lacking no component part; full; whole; entire; brought to a conclusion; ended; finished.

The conclusion or end or finished product of you, will be when you die.  So until then, you are imperfect, not complete yet, parts are missing, we are lacking.   We are lacking the rest of our lives!

Until we die, we are Imperfect.  I love that I am not a complete, that I am not a perfect woman, not whole, not over, not done yet!  Be imperfect until your last breath!  Walking in the land of imperfection there are no rules, nothing to strive for, you just get to be imperfectly you!  No one to follow, for we are all original works in progress!  

Go out today and look at all the wonderfully imperfect people, and release yourself from the idea of being perfect, for what you are really wishing for is to die!