Perfection does not exist

Today I want to share with you part of Vanessa Incontrada's monologue at "20anniCheSiamoItaliani" (Twenty years we are Italian) and that has impressed me a lot. It expresses exactly what I think about the search for perfection typical of today's society. A society that as already said, in my humble opinion, wants us all the same and puppets. It takes us different from what we are. You can find the italian video here:

Perfection does not exist. Maybe they told me before, you know? We should put it among the first teachings they give us: wash your hands before eating, don't say bad words, perfection doesn't exist. 

Do you know how much time lost searching for it? It's like in love, I thought I had to be perfect to find the man of my life, to like him, because he fell in love with me; in the end I found a special man who told me something that made me think a lot: "you have to smile about your faults". And it's true... 

Sometimes I would like to talk to Vanessa many years ago and give her advice, Vanessa stop wanting to be different from what you are because so much perfection doesn't exist. I wanted to become what I am not, a little taller, a little thinner, everyone wanted me different but everyone who? 

I lost time trying to be right and forgetting to be happy because I thought I was wrong in the eyes of others ... 

If I were born in the 30s or 50s when the female model was morbid, I would have been perfect, but I was alive in 2000 and having the forms is considered wrong, and for what reason should I be ashamed? ... 

Now I can smile but it hasn't always been that way because sometimes the criticisms hurt, especially when they come from a cell phone and get straight to the stomach and when you go in around you know that behind the faces you meet on the street or in the supermarket or in front of the school those who think you are wrong could hide. But in reality that "all" does not exist. There are people, some may like others not but that's okay because perfection does not exist, only what you think of yourself counts when you look in the mirror. Well I am proud of what I see, sometimes I like myself others not but I love the person in front of me and I think it is important to surround ourselves with people who love us for what we are and that push us to be ourselves because so much in life "perfection does not exist".