Perfect. Adjective. Something that is completely free from flaws and faults; make as good as possible.

It seems that people are perfect. They have all the desirable qualities of a human. Their life seems as though it's the best it could be. But you don't see the tears that makeup masks, the scars that have been blurred out by photoshop. You don't see the anxiety breakdowns that took place all alone, you don't know the secrets people hide that take over peoples lives. All you see is the 'perfect' picture.

Today I was Christmas shopping with my friend Skye. I found the ideal present for my little sister. An adorable fluffy bunny rabbit. It was the last one and it was reduced because of its gluey patches and it's extra sewed threads. I'm not going to lie. I debated on making the purchase.

" Well your sister will care for it all the same right? Nobody's perfect!" Skye jokes. It was meant lightly it hit me pretty deep. I can't tell you how many times I've cried on my bed, wondering why I didn't look like the models in the magazines, the beautiful girls on Instagram. And I am not the only girl or boy who has done so before.

Everyone believes that we have to be picture perfect. We all have this image in our heads where we are our most flawless self. But maybe it's our flaws that make us beautiful. Someone who is embarrassed by their bed hair might be loved by someone else. Somebody's addiction to skittles could be endearing to the right person. Somebody's wacky sense of humour could be another persons favourite characteristic about them.

We live our lives thinking we can't be different. And I don't mean that cliqued line 'the world would be boring if everyone was the same'. Nobody denies that. Everyone is different, everyone is unique. But no one wants to be too different. No one wants to stand out too much for being different. 

Why?

Because we are afraid. We are scared that society will deny us of being included. That we will be mocked. So we cover our pimples with concealer, we contain our unique habits, the things that makes us us.