Once I came to my senses and realized that trying to be a perfectionist wasn’t actually a good thing, something I no longer aspired to, I fully embraced being wildly imperfect! In fact, I even went out and bought a bright yellow sweatshirt, with “Perfectly Imperfect” printed boldly across my chest. There was nowhere for me to hide now! From that point onwards I began openly recognizing my imperfections and acknowledged them with pride.  Let’s Have a Closer Look at Perfectly Imperfect I’m sleeping in an unmade bed tonight because I was too tired to make the bed…but I did wash the sheets and hang them out on the line…