We all have this idea of what perfect means. It\u2019s someone who gets up every morning at 6 am, has a healthy breakfast, goes to work, kicks ass there, comes home where everything is Instagramable and clean and cozy, and then parties a little bit before going to sleep with their loved one.<\/p>\n
Aquela que tem sempre o cabelo e a maquilhagem perfeitos. Aquela que tem sempre tudo sob controlo.<\/p>\n
That perfect someone, well, doesn\u2019t exist.<\/p>\n
For so long, I tried to meet the standards I set for myself\u2014standards I needed to meet to finally fit into the mold of my own perfection. And I failed. I was constantly on edge, constantly nervous and depressed if even the slightest thing would go wrong.<\/p>\n
Os e-mails sem resposta assombravam-me nos meus sonhos; a minha necessidade de ser a colega de trabalho perfeita, a filha perfeita, a irm\u00e3 perfeita e a empregada perfeita custou-me a sa\u00fade. Em busca da perfei\u00e7\u00e3o<\/a>Perdi tantas coisas bonitas \u00e0 minha volta.<\/p>\n And even then, I was so sure that it was my fault\u2014I should\u2019ve tried harder, I could\u2019ve done it better. But the thing is, I couldn\u2019t.<\/p>\n I\u2019m only human and sure as hell I don\u2019t fit into that mold of perfection I imagined.<\/p>\n But finally, after so long, I can say that I\u2019m imperfectly perfect. I can say that I\u2019m happy and at peace even when my apartment is a mess, my hair looks like a bird\u2019s nest and I wear Wonder woman panties under my little black dress (because I decided to sleep instead of doing my laundry, it happens, okay?).<\/p>\n I\u2019m at peace with myself because I learned how to embrace my imperfect self and stopped feeling inadequate. And maybe some of the things I learned can help you, too.<\/p>\n We\u2019re not meant to be perfect. Humans make mistakes by design. Otherwise, we would be called robots. My idea of perfect is not the same as yours and your idea of perfect is not the same as your friend\u2019s.<\/p>\n So why would you give yourself a hard time over something that\u2019s an illusion? Why would you lose sleep over things you can\u2019t control?<\/p>\n Live your life to the fullest, because once you get old, you won\u2019t remember how good at being perfect you were. You will remember all the crazy and good things you did for yourself.<\/p>\n If we\u2019re going after someone else\u2019s approval instead of our own, we won\u2019t ever feel satisfied. Comparava-me com os outros<\/a> so much that I started hating how I\u2019m not talented for math enough, I suck at basketball, I suck at putting on makeup\u2014I can\u2019t even draw out the winged eyeliner right.<\/p>\n I was never good enough and it was consuming me on a daily basis because I worked my ass off, but I still wasn\u2019t satisfied. So, I changed my perspective.<\/p>\n I wrote on every single mirror and wall at my place things I love about myself and things I\u2019m good at. I\u2019m good at writing. I\u2019m good at cooking. I love my blue eyes. I love my ginger hair.<\/p>\n I had to remind myself every day that I\u2019m enough and that I have things to be grateful for. I love both my arms, both my legs. I love my ability to walk, talk and see. I love that I\u2019m enough because now I know I am.<\/p>\n We can\u2019t control what other people think about us and how they feel about us. I tried to do the things I believed were the right ones. I tried to act perfectly because I believed it was really a perfect way.<\/p>\n And along the way, I hurt some people without any intention of doing it. But the thing is, we don\u2019t get to decide if we hurt someone or not.<\/p>\n We don\u2019t get to decide whether they will like us or not. We have no control over other people, we have no control of the future and that\u2019s what frightened the hell out of me.<\/p>\n Ficava acordada toda a noite a preocupar-me com as coisas que dizia, se algu\u00e9m iria gostar de mim, o que iria acontecer amanh\u00e3, como poderia impedir algu\u00e9m de se ir embora.<\/p>\n But that\u2019s life\u2014people come and go, shit happens and the only thing we have power over is how we react to it.<\/p>\n Passaria tempo com os seus amigos se eles dissessem as coisas que est\u00e1 sempre a dizer a si pr\u00f3prio? Continuaria a gostar deles se eles continuassem a falar dos seus defeitos, de como poderia fazer melhor, de como poderia esfor\u00e7ar-se mais?<\/p>\n It\u2019s hard loving someone who sees only the bad in us; it\u2019s hard loving someone who has nothing but complaints for us. So how could you ama-te a ti pr\u00f3prio<\/a> se continuares a fazer isso?<\/p>\n Instead of thinking how your hair looks like a mess, think about how you\u2019re starting a new fashion trend.<\/p>\n Em vez de pensar em como poderia perder mais peso, pense em como \u00e9 curvil\u00ednea e em como \u00e9 fant\u00e1stico desfrutar da sua vida.<\/p>\n Instead of thinking how ugly, messed up, not worthy you are, look yourself in the eyes and repeat, \u201cI am enough\u201d until you finally believe it.<\/p>\n1. A perfei\u00e7\u00e3o n\u00e3o \u00e9 real<\/h2>\n
2. Lembra-te que \u00e9s suficiente<\/h2>\n
3. Let go of the things you can\u2019t control<\/h2>\n
4. Mude o seu discurso pessoal<\/h2>\n