I can’t explain the feeling of finally looking past perfection. The feeling of eating that slice of pie if I want, going to that 11 pm show on a weekday, or purposely not shaving my legs. The feeling of looking past my flaws and enjoying my body as it is. I have realized I am never going to be perfect, and that is the point. Letting go of the constant struggle for perfection has finally allowed me to live. Life has become perfectly imperfect.