Imperfection is a modern word for a modern construct, implying its inverse: a rational perfection, the ultimate definition of good; of an exactness of being. It relies on a fallacious belief that there is anything, anywhere, that stands up to "perfection", mammals, plants, man-made objects; none of these could ever be called perfect, even within the strictest of confines.
It's a word that directly assaults the human experience, framing and denigrating with every application, smothering the psychological experience of every eye - as we look for "perfection" in others, in the objects we own, and, most painfully, in our selves. We allow this blasphemous word to provide foundation for advertising, marketing, and design principles, succumbing to the human desperation for accuracy and immortality. Fumbling together we sacrifice ourselves and others to an idea no one could ever accurately describe.
How would we know it even if we saw it? In our faces would we not be blinded by the reality? Maybe we have been already. Perhaps the truth is that, in a surprise twist, each of us is perfect: in our shortcomings, successes, heartbreaks and viciousness, we are the harvest of the human condition and experience, and in that vastness we stand as perfect crops, swaying in a near unison, every nuance on our flesh, from our tongues and in our minds being the perfect expression of itself in this moment, in this time, in this place.
Sartre taught us that objectivity is non-existent, that existentialism breeds a humanistic approach when you own it, that the openness of this existence is ours to take hold of, that we are the ones shaping the human experience, we are not merely subjects, but authors as well. With this framework in mind, the idea of perfect and imperfect slips away - there is no need for such beguiling and capitalistic disruption. None of us will ever be some "perfect" version of ourselves, rather it should be the work of our lives to find the perfection nestled inside of us in every moment, in the exactness of speech we are capable of, the depth of compassion, empathy and self-understanding. Only then will we be able to recognize it in others, in the objects taking space on our shelves, and finally find a way to banish the imperfect, first from our language, and then our experience.