What is at the core of our essence? What is it that makes us inherently and inevitably human? It is actually quite a riddle because it is this very aspect that both unites and divides us. Although it creates humanity, it also breeds destruction. Do you know the answer? If not, don’t fret, it is probably because I am not making myself clear enough. Our society praises the unattainable perfection, but the reality is that we are all flawed, each and every one of us. Our flaws fuel our passions, fears, desires, temptations – our humanity. Why then do we live in a world where being perfect is viewed as absolute? We all know that such an aspiration is impossible, yet we judge others for their flaws and criticize ourselves harshly for our blemishes. Think of yourself, your role model, your loved ones, and your friends, I am sure that you can pinpoint a defect in them. Please don’t misunderstand me, there is nothing wrong in noticing another person’s imperfection, as long as you can notice your own. Acknowledging that flaws exist is not the issue. The issue is using this imperfection to define someone, to discriminate someone, to diminish someone. I am aware that I am not perfect, in fact, I am far from it. My imperfections do not make me any less of a woman, any less of a person; in fact my imperfections simply make me more humane.