A wise old woman said to me one day. “I can tell you this
The perfect woman does not exist.
Is perfection based on good looks or the latest style?
These standards for perfection were set by whom?
Beware. Fashion and beauty magazines can lead to chronic doom.
Perfection is subjective and illusive.
Perfection does not assure happiness.”
The wise old women knew of what she said.
Trying to achieve perfection was making me crazy in the head.
Seeking perfection was paralyzing.
Obsessing, procrastinating, due to fear of failing.
Gave up seeking perfection.
Gave up looking at women’s fashion magazines
Resulted in happiness, self-satisfaction.
Had more friends, for a while, till they left me
Due to my smugness and conceit.
Self-satisfaction is subjective but achievable.
It does not assure happiness.
So anyone offering advice to me can pass.
or Anyone offereing advice to me can kiss my @$$.
Of course beauty is not confined to physical appearance, a context which is purely subjective. Perhaps the beauty of
our humanity, our capacity for love, empathy and kindness is one perfection
we can all achieve, though it seems to be more apparent in woman-kind.
Thanks for the words of encouragemment. I finallyfound a group of people who appreciate my humor. My apologies go to Rina for taking the opposite view of perfection; however, phrases kept swirling in my head.
Wonderful work, Alice... 'To thine own self be true'.😚
a poem of perfection about imperfection 😉
Oh Alice, this poem doesn’t need saving it is Perfection! Humouress but with a very serious important and relevant message. I think being able to write poetry which is funny is a skill which is not easy. I thoroughly enjoyed reading it. Thanks for the giggles.