Who’s to say that it’s impossible to love another when you can’t love yourself?
My disagreement comes only by recent discovery, and the belief that for every person out there, there is an equally opposite person that completes them, and together, they create the finished product that one can love.

We all have our flaws; many would argue that our own imperfections are what make us perfectly unique people. Regardless of how “ perfect ” our imperfections may make us, it is much easier for us to be upset for where we fall short than it is to hate ourselves for what we excel greatly at.

I do not disagree; our failures and shortcomings are surely the secret ingredients to our perfection. For every way in which we fall short, another trait grows stronger to aid the next attempt. Our imperfection causes unique development, which brings us, as a single person, one step closer to absolute perfection.

However it is human nature to look at our shortcomings and feel the seeds of frustration planting, even if we know deep in our majestic minds that there is another way of overcoming the task. We find it easy to be mad at ourselves for failing, and equally as easy to be prideful over our successes, but very few often do we look back at ourselves and say “That was stupid,” and feel proud about it.

So in our own sea of anger and humiliation we front out all of our worst flaws and mistakes, our imperfections that we should truly be proud of. We lay out our problems on the table, desiring change but knowing because they are the essence of who we are, little can be done to correct the wrongs we see in ourselves.

Everyone wishes in some way, shape, or form that they could improve themselves, their lack of satisfaction with themselves shows an evident lack of love for their own person. So where does loving another fit into this equation?

A married couple often refers to their spouse as their “better half,” or refers to their joining as a “completion” of one another’s character. This “completion” is a culmination of the directly contrasting personalities of the involved couple. Their differences make up for the shortcomings of their partner, creating a perfect, circular harmony of character traits. This creates a singular identity, one that is truly perfect by means of imperfections.

It is much easier to love our accomplishments and our successes. So truly, we can love another even with a lack of love for ourselves, for that is how we enter every relationship in our lifetime without even consciously comprehending the reason that lies beneath. It is hard to love our faults, however, our faults corrected by the strengths of another are much easier to overcome our own growing hatred over than an incomplete trait. It is hard to love a product with flaws, but not so much a finished product of perfection.

I’m not saying we should hate ourselves, but rather accept that we are simply not meant to ever be entirely happy with ourselves, and to understand that somewhere, there is someone who will arrive with the incomplete pieces to your puzzle, and together, with pride in your strengths, the former shortcomings will be provided for, and together with our significant other we create a perfect, singular identity; that identity is Perfection.