Letting go of perfection is a challenging task
Because the moment I think I’m okay
Is the moment the fear of inadequacy comes
Creeping back into my life
Suffocating my joy and soul.
Maybe the do notice all my flaws
Maybe they’re just being nice
Avoiding the fact that my thighs touch
I talk much too loudly
I am too passionate about things
I am nice to a fault.
Maybe I am a burden
Maybe I am not enough.
But maybe there is more to life
Than carrying the weight of my inadequacies.
Maybe people really do love me.
Maybe they’re unique
A creation of the Creator
Maybe these hips will carry children
Pausing from life to dance around the kitchen
To comfort a tired and sad and small version of myself.
Maybe this voice will be used to lead
To spread life and truth.
And maybe this mind will be used to create
To imagine and dream.
So Lord renew my mind
Day by day
Moment by moment
That I would see what you see
Rejoice in your creation
And call it what it is: