Drawing 1, 1, 2, 3, 5, 8

Good looks
Fade demure;
Requisite beauty;
Always perfect in every way.

from Requisite Beauty (Fib. Poetry and Portraiture)

Self Portrait
Flaws to Flawless
Perfect is not perfection

Just what is perfection?  This, I contemplate a great deal.  Over the years, my perspective changed.  How?  Attitude; willingness; honesty; and trudging one foot in front of the other – trusting the unknown path.

You might be asking, “So, Connie, what does this have to do with Fib. Poetry? What is Fib. Poetry anyway?”

I am so glad you asked.  Fib. Poetry is short for Fibonacci (link opens in new window); a sequence of numbers fascinating with multiple applications (read the quickie in wiki above).  It is interconnected to the “Golden Ratio” or “Divine Proportion”; which has been used in the past to define “Perfect Beauty”(just type in any combination of search words).  I encourage you to go beyond the Wiki.  All kinds of endless correlations, studies, and opinions.  Then again, I was a math nerd; still am.

I find an inner smirk of irony in the “Fib”.  It is how I name it; know it; see it; so I can do something about it.  I was a perfectionist.  I had to be.  So I thought.  I believed I could achieve it.  Maybe; or I would dye trying.  If I could not achieve it; I should not exist.  Right? The world did not need an imperfect Connie.

“I cut myself, because I want out.”  “Be ugly.”  “Look at yourself.  You are so ugly!  No wonder you are useless.  You fat, ignorant, intellectually inferior, disgusting human! Eat Water.”

I face the mirror.  I make no eye contact with myself.  I make no eye contact with you. Tears fall and drip onto my collar bone.  Slightly cold; weighty; they are (1990’s).

To be continued. . .

~Just for Today I repeated~
~It is safe to be who I am~
~Years it took to believe it~

Yes, I do believe it.  Perfection is a lie.  I lived it.  My bones drank of it; felt it.  My heart beat anyway.  Thank goodness.  I learned my flaws were beautiful.  My weakness; useful. My human-ness; perfect imperfection.

Celebrate you, for you are beautiful.

paint much love, always,
Connie Karleta Sales
a.k.a. This Crooked Little Flower