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Hello there imperfect...


Perfection is overrated. You were made more to enjoy the journey than to focus on the destination. There’s so much beauty in your flaws. You display the authentic beauty of your creator through your originality. You were made to stand out in beauty, not to fit into the preferred framework that the status quo draws out for you. You are a force to be reckoned with, give yourself permission to fly and you will see!

Hello there imperfect,

You are doing just great. It does not feel like it, does not seem like, you need to coldly declare that you are okay and you are on your way, you need to say it like you mean it, It’s all in your mind. You need to perceive your worth before you can affect your actions. You were made beautifully and wonderfully, you are crafted without error, you are cut out for great things. Think about this until you believe it. 

Hello there imperfect,

It’s not them, it’s you. That my dear is true. You have the power to change things, you have the ability to achieve more, be more, do more for yourself, for others. You can and you should. Perfection is so much nearer than you have often been made to believe. Just do stuff. Build yourself, find yourself, rise above words and actions and fears. You were made to see beauty and be beauty and make beauty because you are beautiful.

Hello there imperfect,

Maybe let go and just belong. Fall in the arms of the one who made you because He understands you more than you understand yourself. Go back to the arms of the one who will love you even when you are unlovable. He will remind you what it’s all about. It was never about you or them, it’s always been about Him, the cause is bigger than you so fit yourself within the enclave of the one who is perfect then perfection will be so much nearer than you have often been made to believe.


Hello there imperfect,

Stumble forward. Whatever you do, do not stop. The things ahead are far greater than the things you left behind. Build your empire without remorse. Pursue your passion, do not limit your potential. Fall, pick yourself up, get that off your shoulder and fight on. Soon, you will see pixels of magic waiting for you over the horizon.

Hello there imperfect,

You is all you can be! It does not matter how much you try.

About the Author:

Acom Victoria is a twenty something Ugandan lady passionate about life, everything love stands for and all things abstract. She is a lover of true womanhood and the courage it requires. Find her somewhere between ripped demin, orange sunsets and sun burnt bible pages.

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  1. Anonymous26 February 2016 at 03:46

    Hey there imperfect, just to let you know, you are perfect in your numerous imperfections. 😊
    Great Vicky.

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  2. Sista Clinik22 March 2016 at 05:46

    We are all perfect in our own ways.
    Accepting it is the first step to total liberation.

    Regards,
    Sista

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