Perfect In Time

Shall I share something really personal with you? I am scared. Scared to death of getting sick and having to throw up. Sounds silly, doesn't it? But still, I am. So the last week has felt like a century to me. I have been staring at this clock. Watched the minutes go by. Waiting for the sickness in the house, in my body, to pass. Panicking. Even I think it sounds stupid when I read this. But the fear is real enough. And very persistent.
Ofcourse I thought about what causes this. I analyze everything, so this is no exception. And I realize that for me it's mostly a matter of control. Of losing control, to be more precize. Apparently, losing control over my body, over what it does, is one of the worst things that can happen to me. When I am alone, but even more when I am in the company of other people.
Why is it that I feel the need to be in control, to be perfect? Why is it that so many feel that need? I am convinced that that need is a problem for a lot of people these days. The need to have the perfect body, the perfect lifes, the perfect job, the perfect family. And silly enough we compare ourselves to films and magazines, to manipulated pictures and stories. We set our goals to a certain failure.
Silly, indeed. I am going to set my goal to not being afraid anymore. I won't let the fear of failure, of being less than perfect, rule my life. I am going to do something about my fear of nausea. And I am going to learn myself to believe what I want to shout out to all those other people out there:
"Stop worrying. Stop panicking. You are beautiful. You are perfect in your imperfection. You are you. And that's the best you can be."


My name is Karin and I take
pictures. I tell stories. I sew. I dream. I love books, fashion,
hot baths, conversations that make me think again. I fantasize and
realize. And above and beyond all, I am mama to Lucas, Sarah and
Olivier.