I'm beautifully broken, perfectly imperfect, beautiful in my flaws. All together, I am a beautiful disaster.
It took me so long to learn this... Through a lot of pain and tears and heartache brought on by my own thoughts, I have come to realize that being perfect is not the ultimate goal in life. Embracing the things that make me human, that make me relatable to others, my flaws, has given me more joy and understanding than "perfection" ever could.