I Don't Have to Be Perfect

I don’t have to be perfect. I’m doing the best I can.
I give myself permission to be just who I am.
It started in 3rd grade the teacher said, «Lets sing and have some fun!»
So I let it rip, I let it wail and she said, «Karen, why don’t you just hum?»
So for many years I squished my voice thinking I was wrong.
Till then one day I learned the truth and now I sing this song that says:
I’m standing in front of the mirror obsessing about my belly fat.
My thighs, my butt, wrinkles 'round my eyes, who can live with judgment like
that?
The media tells me daily I should be young tall tan and thin.
But the truth is when I accept myself, that’s when I win. I say:
Perfection’s an illusion. I won’t give my power away.
I can lighten up and let it go and know that I’m ok.
Now I’m older and wiser I don’t really care what people say.
If someone thinks I’m not perfect well I just bless them on their way.
Life’s too short to be judgmental. Take a break, have a good time.
And if you’re struggling with this issue,
Then raise your voice with mine, raise your voice with mine and sing: