Live-laugh-love

I wonder, will it ever be the same as it once was. Will I ever look at myself and be okay with what I see? Because I am tired of it, tired of looking in the mirror and seeing nothing but imperfections. Why do I want to be perfect anyways? I know nothing good comes from perfection and with those around me it is their imprefections that make them beautiful. I think I'm still scared, scared that who I am isn't enough.