The lexical definition of perfection is overrated. It has been something that I would presume everyone has been striving to attain. but you see, I've grown to lose all interest in it. It's like a tired cliche that everyone has been vying for that it simple seem to have lost its appeal. The way I see it, it is nothing is about being entirely perfect, because it would be rather boring and freakishly homogeneous if perfection is so readily available. Rather, I see that it is about how close we come to perfection, and the ugly imperfections that gives character to everything. Hence my blog everything is ugly.Forget prissy perfection. Nothing is a mistake. Every blemish, error and whatnot is what gives individuality. Everyone is ugly in their own way. What is interesting is not how we all try to hide it but how we could potentially make the rough edges into something distinct and potentially cool, awesome even.
It is in the same idea that I came up with the name Nymphoid. Nymphs are beautiful, captivating, embarked in mystery and power. It is to me what seems to be the perfect archetype for women. Perfect. Despite layers after layers of make up, or 360 remodelling of our image, we can only be Nymphoids. Almost as beautiful, almost as captivating, almost as mysterious and powerful... but not quite. For we are fall short in perfection. Because other will always see our ugliness. We are not nymphs, but Nymphoids.
