When I hear Perfect fit, I wonder, going from micro to macro… being physically fit, wearing clothes that fit, then moulding to fit into a community. there are parameters, of perfection Ellen Hopkins puts in perfectly.
do you define a word without concrete meaning? To each his own, the saying goes, so
push to attain an ideal state of being that no two random people will agree is
you want to be? Faultless. Finished. Incomparable. People can never be these, and anyway,
did creating a flawless facade become a more vital goal than learning to love the person
lives inside your skin? The outside belongs to others. Only you should decide for you –
Perfection who defines it for us? we do, so it is essentially a perception. I mean perfection is perfection. But the fit, is both a perception and is quantitative. Fit sometimes involves dimensions, sometimes complimentary shapes and pattern.
Yet we all have those times when things don’t quite fit. It can get embarrassing at times. Like this one time when I wore this dress, I fooled myself into saying it is a good fit and not usual extra large sloppy comfort clothes I wore, I actually felt very trendy and in shape, the 20 extra kilos seemed to dissipated into oblivion. Took the auto from malleshwaram to Regalis in Infantry road. I get off the auto very elegantly and sit in the lobby.
My friend was supposed to visit me, she didn’t turn up, so pretending to need to use the rest room I walk in, and at the mirror I confront a neat, split right from my shoulder to my waist. The trendy top now looked like the road side version of Rohit Bahl!!
I was totally aghast, i quickly paid for the limbu pani, put the bag to cover the tear and quickly paced out glancing at the watch. Once I came out, I could breathe, the next thing I did was entered the first store that sold readymade garments… it happened to be Maxx, the sales girl was very charming, I told her I needed something that I could wear immediately. Phew!!
But fitting in – in the social way I think is highly overrated I would rather fit out… that is being who I am even when people insist that I have to change. Fitting out means taking up space, not apologizing for myself and not agreeing with those who seek to label me with stereotypes
By and large fitting into groups and situations does not really bother me much. Right from school everyone had their little group. Even the people nobody likes seemed to tolerate each other enough to sit together at lunch. But I would kind of wander around by myself most of the time. It’d almost be better if I thought no one liked me. if I had some weird tick or social inadequacy that would have explained my situation, but it was that simple, people did talk to me at school, they invite me to parties but something is missing on the smaller, I don’t belong anywhere, I don’t fit into patterns and grooves.
But yeah! Rah! Rah! Here’s to the crazy ones, the misfits, the rebels, the troublemakers, the round pegs in the square holes, the ones who open the doors differently and open different doors. Those who are not fond of rules. Those who no respect for status quo. You can quote us, disagree with us glorify or vilify them but you can’t ignore us. for we change things. We push the human race forward though people call us misfit, I would say we are the ones who herald the changes for we know we don’t change for the world, but we ensure the world changes for us.
Between you and me, I agree with Sabstyne Young.
We all want to be extraordinary
and we all just want to fit in.
Unfortunately, extraordinary people rarely fit in.”
― Sebastyne Young
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