Perfection Perception

Original Post: 16/01/2014

I was cleaning out my room these last few weeks – it was quite a mission… and I stumbled across one of my many notebooks. In it I discovered a poem that I felt compelled to share here because its message rings very true with many teenage girls. I have no idea when I wrote it, but it slapped me in the face when I read it.

 I, like most teenage girls, have had my fair share of struggles with body image and self esteem. I believe that it is a daily struggle for most of us, as we stumble our way through puberty blues and try to develop an image for ourselves that won’t repulse us every time we look in the mirror. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one that goes through the daily “Oh my word, what is that!?” when I look in the mirror, the “This definitely makes me look fat” and the “How is she so flawless.” But then there are those days where you look in the mirror and think “Dang girl, how are you still single!?” No? Okay, maybe it’s just me… I began wondering why it is that we can love ourselves one minute and hate ourselves the next and this poem answered my question this morning. It’s all in our perception of perfection. 

I have a really healthy relationship with my mirror, seriously it’s distracting because it’s right next to my desk, but I still need the reassurance from family and friends that I am alright. I caught myself looking at other girls’ facebooks who have around 155 likes on their profile picture and seeing that mine only has 15 and wondering what I am doing wrong. Then I realised that I don’t really care what people think of me online, it doesn’t change what I look like and I don’t want to change my pictures to change what I look like either. My older sister is drop dead gorgeous; she has a model’s build, flawless skin and a beautiful face. People are constantly telling me how stunning she is and that became another stumbling block for me, that people would never tell me that I’m pretty and only compliment my clothes if she was wearing them. But I again realised, their words aren’t going to change what I look like either and that when my idea of perfect beauty looks in the mirror, she sees a list of flaws too. We look to someone and see perfection, yet they still look at themselves and see ‘not good enough.’

I realised that in order to look pretty, you have to feel pretty and in order to feel pretty you have to think pretty. Whoa okay that was badly written, I confused myself. Let’s try again. In order to look and feel pretty you have to be confident in your skin and work with what you have. I am by no means over my body image struggles, but I have reached a point where I have stopped comparing myself to other girls and look in the mirror and only look for good things about myself. I never point out my flaws to myself anymore, I know what they are already, I just remind myself about the good bits. I have learnt to look at myself through God’s eyes, because when He made me “He saw that it was good” and change my perception of perfection. 

So without further ado, here is the poem and an amazing song by Britt Nicole that covers the same idea. 

Perfect in Him

Her bony finger,

Clawed deep into,

Her matted hair. 

Her sharp cheekbones,

Smeared damp with,

Her salty tears. 

Her steel blue eyes,

Fixated strongly on,

Her tired reflection. 

She sighs deeply,

As she peers at what,

She believes to be ugly. 

She can’t bare to,

Look at this daily,

She wants to change. 

But when He looks,

From the other side,

Of societies mirror,

He sees beauty,




He sees perfection. 

She takes a step,

Outside of her body,

She looks through His eyes. 

She begins to look,

From the other side,

Of societies mirror,

She sees beauty,




She begins to see perfection. 

She couldn’t bare to,

Look at herself daily,

She wanted to change,

But now she sees His perfection. 

On her own she was blemished,

In Him she is perfect. 



Britt Nicole – Gold

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