Who Said You Are Not Perfect Novels & Stories

“My perfect sub.” ---

“That’s not the point. I—” “Maybe it wasn’t the point, but I can’t let that shit slide without telling you how fucked up that is, borboleta. You are perfect. Don’t shake your head at me,” I reprimand softly. “You are perfect because you’re you, babygirl. Your parents should have loved you unconditionally from the very start, no matter what.”

"Nobody's perfect,tell her something like,your tummy is so flat ,your nose ... you're so... you're right beauty, she's definitely perfect in the world's beauty standard,a perfect figure ,but i won't tolerate her rudeness towards you,you didn't create yourself beauty, you eat very little than most of us,I want you to believe in yourself,you're really a beauty ,it's not just a name,it's who you are, just please see yourself like I see you, please". She hugged me with a smile We both released from the hug but still holding each other.

Chub said while looking at the people who were passing by too. "You're wrong." "How come?" "There is no such a thing called 'perfect people', there are no perfect, each people had flaws." "Ha?" Zaykee nodded with a smile on his face behind the mask. "Those people, if they are perfect they won't treat you like that," Zaykee stated. "But..." Chub spoke and stopped from walking, "You know, if you are good-looking, people will give you special treatment, and if you're not, you're like a ghost."

I was surprised to hear her think like that. “What are you saying, Poppy? No one is truly perfect. I'm not even the ideal wife. My husband has his shortcomings too. None of our kids are without their faults. Take Faith, for instance—no matter how kind-hearted he is, I wouldn’t call him perfect. Maybe as a partner, yes, I believe he’ll be a perfect husband for you. But he has his weaknesses too, which means he isn’t perfect either. Every person has their own unique set of flaws, whether they’re physical or mental. That’s what makes us special, Poppy. It’s perfectly okay not to be flawless. Those imperfections help shape our identity. If everyone were perfect, we’d miss out on the chance to le

So for him, his entire life he has tried to work up to this level of perfection, since everyone around him wanted him to be that way. “I mean, I get where you’re coming from, but I don’t think you have to be perfect. Because what even is perfect? Your definition of it may not be the same with mine, or the rest of the people in this world. So, why try so hard to be a person that doesn’t even exist?”

What am I doing in my life? "I appreciate your compliment Mr. And Mrs. Grande but I am not a perfect person. No one is," I replied in my most respectful tone. I don't want to sound rude either way. But if the arrival of my words for them is rude, then that'd be fine for me. Besides, I can stand by my words. No one is living perfectly in this world. Everyone has its flaws, gaps, mistakes, failures and terrible sides. What made it perfect is the person who appreciated and accepted the person's imperfections. That would be pointed as imperfectly perfect.

"And... you won't mind if I don't look perfect?" He grins, shaking his head and promising that in his eyes, she always looked stunning. "Perfect doesn't exist, anyway," he says, insisting she stop holding herself to an impossible standard that was nothing more than a single person's opinion. Everyone had their own taste. What was perfection to her could be someone else's disaster. "You can't please everyone, sweetheart. No matter how hard you try... in the end, you'll just end up wearing yourself out." "Huh..." she murmurs, admitting she had never thought of her appearance in such a way.

I⁠ asked, trying to sound amused. “Nothi⁠ng.” H‍e looked away, but not quic‌kly eno‍u‌gh to hid‌e t‍he sof‍tness there. “You’re easy to lo‌ok at w‌hen y⁠ou’re not trying to be perfect.‌”⁠ I felt heat rise to my cheeks.‍ “I thought⁠ perfection was r⁠equired in your wor‌ld‌.” “Maybe I was w‌rong about that.”

“Why are you so good at everything?” “I wish I was.” Matilda laughed. “I’m serious. You’re good at school, you’re good at giving advice, you’re good at sports. You’re just… perfect.” “That’s really nice of you to say but I’m not perfect. No one is.” “You are actually… to me.” “What do you mean?”