Wilding imperfections. The simplistic abbreviation of the term imperfection is something in which others will view as indescreet, abrupt, perhaps even dehumanizing. For me, when I see the term imperfections, I think of all her idiosyncrasies in which really bring her about to be the person she is. She often bites her nails. Especially when she's anxious. For someone of my descent, putting your fingers anywhere near your mouth is seen as horrid. Obviously with my mother being as strict as my great grandmother and my father not really caring, there was a rather vast contrast in view on how a person should present themselves, and how the image of themselves they present is a one time thing. But, when I hear imperfections, I can't help but bring myself to think about her nail-biting addiction, or the way she is soul-fueled purely by caffiene. I don't care how she presents herself, as long as I can call her mine.
