Perfectly Broken

I am learning. Learning how to succeed in the world, learning how to adapt to change, learning how to accept myself. I'm learning that what I think of myself is more important than what others think of me. If I constantly think poorly of myself that attitude will be visible, and others will reflect it back on me. I must love myself and see the good in myself to allow others to. Most importantly, I am learning that I cannot be perfect, and that accepting myself means also accepting that I am flawed. With acceptance comes compassion and a feeling of, "Hey, I like you kid. I want you to succeed and to be happy." I want more than anything to be happy with myself, not to always feel like a failure or a screw up. I know to do that I need to stop trying to be perfect. Because no ones' idea of perfect is the same. Who knows, maybe once I learn to accept my flaws I will realize that I am perfect just the way I am--broken--and then others will be able to see how perfectly broken I am.