Less Than Perfect… NOT!

Sorry about the *F* bomb in the title, This version of the song does not have that in it… If it’s not allowing this to play embedded, it’s worth clicking to watch on youtube, I promise.

This video is misunderstood by many. Some people won’t view it just because of that word in the title. Let me tell you why it means something to me… and likely it will to many of you. Oft times I feel misunderstood. I’ve been falsely accused of things, I’ve been abused. I’ve felt alone and distraugt.

When I’m at my worst, I remind myself of the things I HAVE to stick around for… most importantly, my children. I can’t leave it to anyone else to have empathy for the things they go through and love them even when they don’t follow the path I’d choose for them. If I abandoned them, what would that add to the struggles they face… especially knowing they have a genetic disposition for dealing with bipolar. So, even though I don’t look gothic and I’m definitely not a “cutter”… the thoughts of taking an exit crosses my mind and I have to distract myself and focus on why that is not an option. I relate with the story Pink is trying to convey here. I think she did a good job of it, too.

Here are the lyrics, but I hope you’ll watch the video and tell me what you think.

[Pink – Perfect – Clean Version]

Made a wrong turn
Once or twice
Dug my way out
Blood and fire
Bad decisions
That’s alright
Welcome to my silly life
Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
Miss “no way it’s all good”
It didn’t slow me down
Mistaken
Always second guessing
Underestimated
Look, I’m still around…

Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You are perfect to me

You’re so mean
When you talk
About yourself
You are wrong
Change the voices
In your head
Make them like you
Instead
So complicated
Look how big you’ll make it
Filled with so much hatred
Such a tired game
It’s enough
I’ve done all i can think of
Chased down all my demons
see you same

Pretty, pretty please
Don’t you ever, ever feel
Like your less than
Less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please
If you ever, ever feel
Like your nothing
You are perfect to me

The world stares while i swallow the fear
The only thing i should be drinking is an ice cold beer
So cool in lying and I tried tried
But we try too hard, it’s a waste of my time
Done looking for the critics, cuz they’re everywhere
They don’t like my genes, they don’t get my hair
Stringe ourselves and we do it all the time
Why do we do that?
Why do I do that?
Why do I do that?

Yeah,
Ooh, oh, pretty pretty pretty,
Pretty pretty please don’t you ever ever feel
Like you’re less then, less than perfect
Pretty pretty please if you ever ever feel
Like you’re nothing you are perfect, to me
You’re perfect
You’re perfect
Pretty, pretty please don’t you ever ever feel like you’re less then, less than perfect
Pretty, pretty please if you ever ever feel like you’re nothing you are perfect to me

Source: LYBIO.net

It is our DUTY to make sure our kids know we LOVE them, even when they are difficult and rebelling. Also, not jumping to conclusions and accusations… LISTENING… and DEFINITELY NOT resorting to abuse of ANY kind!  I missed out on the benefit of much of that mercy growing up and I SWORE I wouldn’t do that to my kids. I have trying times with some of them… especially one… but I try to always make sure to give them a hug and tell him I love them. (I think the one got too many of my genes… We clash regularly… *sigh*) I’m the one in the role frequently, too… not living up to others expectations; feeling “less than perfect” most of the time…

I hope you’ll see and appreciate it for how it was intended and apply it as a reminder that we all need a little unconditional love at times.