Today, I found myself wishing for just one day where I could catch a glimpse of how others perceive me. My partner, James, often tells me I’m a fantastic wife and mother, yet I can only see the chaos of our home. My friends describe me as warm-hearted and generous, but I constantly feel the urge to do more and be better. My children think I’m fun, but I see them racing to their dad when he walks through the door.
Perfection is a distant dream for me. I feel so far from it, and it frustrates me deeply. Every day, I look in the mirror and see my disheveled appearance—a far cry from the polished person I wish I could be. I wear the same pair of jeans too often, and they’re beginning to sag, making me feel even less put-together. My handbag is cluttered with unnecessary items, and my calendar is a jumble of forgotten tasks. I’m juggling too much at once, leading to nothing truly getting done. And don’t even get me started on my hair—it’s a riot of colors, fifty shades of purple, that I use to disguise its wildness. Throw in a chronic illness like lupus, and it feels like I’m living in a continuous cycle of chaos.
I’ve reached a point where I no longer hide my imperfections. I’ve stopped trying to dress up or wear makeup. I find myself joking about my lack of organization, saying things like, “Of course I don’t have it all together!” It’s like I’m perpetually stumbling and over-exaggerating my falls to mask the reality of my struggles.
But why do we do this? Why is it that we tend to focus on our flaws instead of celebrating our strengths? Why do we feel the need to constantly strive for more, unable to accept that our imperfections are part of what makes us unique?
For as long as I can remember, I’ve had this burning desire to excel at everything. I want to be the best—at school, in my relationships, and as a mother. However, this drive often leads to disappointment when I notice every flaw and every failure. I find it hard to accept that I can’t do it all, leading to feelings of resentment toward myself.
Despite all this self-doubt, I hear the affirmations from those around me: “You’re amazing!” “You’re intelligent!” “You’re beautiful!” Yet, I’ve struggled to truly believe them.
So, for one day, I yearn to see myself through their eyes. I want to pass a mirror and think, “You’re beautiful.” I want to engage in conversations and feel genuinely smart. I want to do something meaningful that helps others so they don’t feel alone in their struggles. After a tough day with the kids, I wish to lie down without the burden of guilt, thinking, “Tomorrow will be better.” I want to hear my husband’s compliments without doubting their sincerity. I want to believe my kids when they call me “the best mommy ever” for making a simple sandwich, instead of fixating on my perceived failures.
For just one day, I want to see myself as they see me—imperfectly perfect, and wonderful as I am. Perhaps tomorrow will be that day.
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Summary
In a heartfelt reflection, Layla Parker expresses her desire to see herself through the eyes of her loved ones rather than focusing on her perceived flaws. She grapples with feelings of inadequacy and the pressure to be perfect as a mother and partner. Despite receiving compliments, she struggles to accept them, yearning for just one day of self-acceptance and love.