The Moment I Stopped Being Perfect: What Beauty Really Is

August 4, 2014 9:00 AM

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The Moment I Stopped Being Perfect: What Beauty Really Is

I remember in my mid-twenties, when my eyes would meet their reflection in the rear-view mirror of my car -- and I would pause for a second. There was something new -- something compelling -- that caught my attention. Perhaps it was the seedlings of wisdom, or the glimmer of new love, or the changing landscape of my maturing face. Still, that experience is etched in my memory as clear as day. I felt beautiful.

Fast forward a good fifteen years -- and I still catch glimpses of my eyes in the rearview mirror. Except, I'm no longer in my little, green hatchback that carried me through the sweetest -- and roughest -- times of my young adulthood. Rather, it's from the raised, worn-leather seat of my mini-van -...

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