'being perfect' is a made up illusion

I've realized that I keep certain parts of myself hidden or covered up out of fear that others would see that I'm not perfect. It's the same fear that keeps me from letting my emotions show, and the same one that makes me put on deoderant sometimes. Heck, I even wondered if I should write the word deoderant because I'm not sure how to spell it! And someone might think I'm stupid, sheesh! As I've been working to unravel more and more hidden beliefs (I just read Mandy Evans 'Emotional Options'- good book!) I question what in the world it could it mean to be 'perfect' anyway? I guess perfect to me meant skinny, dressed fashionably, clear skin, nice shoes, nice car, always cheery, always calm, a 'good' little lady. bahumbug, I'm over it. So if the idea of 'perfect' is a bunch of balogna that I learned from TV commercials... perhaps it is ok, or better yet, awesome, to dress how I want, speak thoughts worth speaking, take opportunities based on how happy they make me, dance when I hear music........check and check. This also makes it A LOT easier to hear critisism, to be questioned....to question myself, because I can be more ok with being unfinished, in progress, always learning, willing to apologize and accept myself the way I am.