As imperfect as perfect can be.
Praising the imperfections, cracks, and shattered pieces of our physical body. Knowing that if our spiritual entity would have been visible, it should have shown the pain, sorrow and personal insecurities in the same way.
When we try to be perfect, we will just become artificial within and on the layer of the skin. But when the internal reflection is already fake, don’t even bother.