“I’m perfect.”
- Feb 21
- 1 min read
I stood in the grocery aisle holding a bag of potatoes… and I had to smile.
On the front it said: “I’m perfect.”
Not flawless.
Not symmetrical.
Not polished for display.
Just… perfect.
Meanwhile, another store calls theirs “the odd bunch.” Same kind of produce. Same soil. Same sun. Just a different label.
And it got me thinking — how often do we label ourselves as “the odd one” when we are, in truth, perfectly perfect as we are?
Maybe you’re the sensitive one.
The loud one.
The quiet one.
The one who feels too much.
The one who doesn’t quite fit the mould.
But what if your “odd” is actually your design?
What if the very thing you’ve been trying to hide… is the exact thing that makes you whole?
Potatoes don’t question their shape. They grow into it.
And somehow, they still nourish everyone.
So let me ask you —
When you look at yourself…
Do you see “the odd one”?
Or can you softly whisper, “I am perfect”?
Drop one word below that describes how you see yourself today.
Let’s shift the label together. 💛
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