bluebirds and lemondrops

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Nobody ever loved perfect things. Perfect things are scary. You’re afraid you’ll drop them or break them or scratch them. We’re so much more comfortable with worn things. The chipped glass. The stuffed toy with the missing ear. The girl with the imperfect past. We can relate to imperfection.

Perfect is a mirage. You can chase it, but you’ll never attain it. And if you think you have to wait to be perfect in order to be loved, you’ll spend your entire life alone. It’s funny; the more imperfect I’ve allowed myself to be, the more full my life has become.

When I Stopped Being Skinny and the Whole World Fell Apart | Mandy Fishburn

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Perfectionism is another confidence killer. Study after study confirms that it is largely a female issue, one that extends through women’s entire lives. We don’t answer questions until we are totally sure of the answer, we don’t submit a report until we’ve edited it ad nauseam, and we don’t sign up for that triathlon unless we know we are faster and fitter than is required. We watch our male colleagues take risks, while we hold back until we’re sure we are perfectly ready and perfectly qualified. We fixate on our performance at home, at school, at work, at yoga class, even on vacation. We obsess as mothers, as wives, as sisters, as friends, as cooks, as athletes. Bob Sullivan and Hugh Thompson, the authors of The Plateau Effect, call this tendency the “enemy of the good,” leading as it does to hours of wasted time. The irony is that striving to be perfect actually keeps us from getting much of anything done.
Katty Kay and Claire Shipman, The Confidence Gap - The Atlantic