I'm perfectly imperfect.
I don't think I'm perfect but my mom did.
I don't. I just try to do my very best and let go of the rest.
I'm not perfect. I am content.
I'm not perfect, and I don't think anyone is.
That'd be nice, but dreadfully boring.
Nobody's perfect.
All life is perfect.
I don't know too many people whom think they are perfect unless they are Narcissistic Sociopaths.
From the Mutations in my DNA, to those things ingrained in my psyche from such a young age that I would love to change . . . I am far from perfect.
NO ONE ever . . . IS or WAS, hence why evolution works so well . . . We are constantly adapting to our environment.
I don't think I'm perfect.
It's an inevitable conclusion---(lol)
Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth. Arthur Conan Doyle
http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/arthurcona134512.html
Dear Jan,
The reason I think I am perfect is because every single one of my imperfections is absolutely precisely whatever it is perfectly that. (BAM)