There's a song on Ella Henderson's new album called "Beautifully Unfinished" and it's really made me think. I'm always working towards being the perfect version of myself. I try to show only the good parts of me to people and that often leaves out the real pieces of who I am. Everyone always seems to be striving for this unrealistic view of perfection, and it just doesn't exist. We try, and try, and then when we inevitably fail we beat ourselves up. We wonder if we should have tried harder, or worked for a little longer. Truth is, perfection isn't real and neither is beauty. It's all conceptualised differently by different people.
I'm finally starting to realise just what beauty means to me. I think that beauty is those moments in life where you laugh so hard that snort, then laugh even more because you just snorted. When you slap your hand against your wobbly thigh and make a seal-sounding laugh. Those moments when you just feel free and that you can smile your cheesiest smile and not care if anyone thinks you look stupid.
But I think that the most beautiful thing is seeing the positive in the negative and the sunshine on the greyest of days. Because that isn't perfect, nothing ever is. The second you start seeing the perfect things in imperfection is the day that I think you fully understand the beauty in the unfinished. We are unfinished, and that is okay - I promise.
