It is not Perfect, it never is and it never ever will be perfect in our lives. Our minds are not sane neither we have a perfect figure. The stomach isn't flat, and there are extra rolls in our body. Our hormones are messed up and it's messing with our body and mind too.
Somebody has an eating disorder because she wants to fit into the magazine standard beauty size,
or maybe there is somone who is suffering from depression and anxiety but can't just say it out loud to the world, because we are just too scared to show our vulnerability.

Then there are scars, scars all over our body called as stretch marks, and then there are scars which are etched in our heart and it haunts us every other night.
There are days you do well, and then days you don't do fine.
There are days your body feel bloated and there are days your mind feels clouded. There are also people who love you because of you and your weirdness and similarly people hate for the similar fact.
But at the day what matters is what and who we are, and that's all we have to own it up and accept our beautiful, weird and crazy selves, because that what makes us unique from each other.
And our imperfectly perfect Uniqueness is what we all deserve to Embrace, Respect and Love ourselves the most.