Perfectly Imperfect ~ Dear Miss Mormon

Monday, August 10, 2015

Perfectly Imperfect

Dear friend,

I had a conversation with my perfectionist friend the other day that made me start to evaluate perfection. Unlike my friend, I am not a perfectionist, so... did that mean I was never going to be perfect? Did I need to be killing myself in order to be closer to perfect?

My thoughts led me to a correlation between perfection and symmetry.

I think my train of thought comes from research I learned about years ago. Apparently the more "symmetrical" your facial features are the more "perfect" you look. "Our visual system may be ‘hard wired’ in such a way that it is easier to process symmetric stimuli than it is to process asymmetric stimuli. Because of this greater ease of processing symmetric stimuli, symmetric stimuli of any kind might be preferred to relatively asymmetric stimuli." (

definition of perfect: as good as it is possible to be

definition of symmetry: correct or pleasing proportion of the parts of a thing 

But what if I told you I wasn't very good at being perfect symmetrical? Thats probably not all that surprising.

My life is no where near symmetrical, sometimes I read my scriptures at 8 am, 9pm, 3am, or every other day. 

Sometimes my prayers are the most heartfelt conversations I've ever had with anyone and sometimes they are a briefly relayed messages.

Sometimes my hair looks good and other times it goes up in a messy ponytail with broken fly-aways coming out the sides of my head.

Sometimes I'm poised, confident, with all the right answers and sometimes I'm just a plain hot mess with a box of cookies.

There is nothing perfect symmetrical about my life. 

But I love asymmetry. I have always liked the incongruities about it. I love asymmetrical dresses, hairstyles and artwork. I like that its not perfect, I like when things have character. A ding here, a scratch there, color fading, paint peeling--I like it. I have come to learn there is bEau+y in iMperfe©ti0n

I actually use to try to always be perfect, and everyday I was frustrated and overwhelmed by the distance I had fallen short of that. It seemed the harder I tried, the further away I became. Eventually it was too much and I had to stop and reevaluate. In the process of trying to be perfect I had stopped loving myself. There was nothing good about me because there was nothing perfect. I didn't feel like I had earned anything, there was no such thing as a silver or bronze medal in my life. As far as I could see, it was either the gold or nothing. 

So this is for you pinterest-perfect moms and you straight-A die-hards. This is for all of you who are never good enough, strong enough, smart enough, spiritual enough. YOU ARE ENOUGH.

As a perfectionist I was never enough for the Atonement 

But as an imperfectionist I am enough every day.

When I embraced my imperfections it didn't stop me from trying to improve,  it allowed me to love myself and see how my Savior loved me.

 I'm an asymmetrical being, I'm a recovering perfectionist and I know that I am closer to perfection today than I was yesterday and I love myself and where I'm at. I am perfectly imperfect. 

God made you and me, those flaws we're so painfully aware of He knows. He allowed for those in His design and when He placed His final stamp of approval I like to imagine He said: perfectly imperfect, just the way I planned.
With much love,
Miss Mormon


  1. That is very uplifting. At first I was thinking "I wonder if we're going too easy on ourselves with this idea?" but I think that this positive attitude is just what I need to improve and be happy. Thanks!


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