Do you ever do that thing where you look at yourself in the mirror and all you see are your imperfections? I think we all do. I know that most times when I look in the mirror, my eyes are immediately drawn to what I perceive are my imperfections.
The other day as I was meditating, I received a revelation. The parts of me that I perceived as imperfections are actually "gifts" from my parents and ancestors.
I have what I call pudgy knees. There's actually fat on the insides of my knees. As I was meditating it occurred to me that my mother and her cousins all have this same fat. Now when I look at this "imperfection", it makes me smile and think of my mom.
I've always found fault with my nose. I felt like it was larger than it needed to be. Also, I'm the only one in my immediate family that has a bump on my nose. After some reflection I remembered my grandfather. Now when I see my nose, I think of my grandfather.
I could go on and on. My point is, since this revelation I have a whole new outlook. Each and every one of my perceived imperfections makes me smile. They remind me of the people I inherited them from. I've finally come to the realization that I'm perfect in my imperfection.