All that we are arises with our thoughts. With our thoughts, we make our world.
By definition, a blemish is an imperfection. A wrinkle is a fold, crease or ridge in the skin…typically a side effect of aging (and living!) or soaking your hands and/or feet in water too long. Cracks are for sidewalks, not faces. Freckles are appreciated and admired by some and a source of consternation to others (for those who have ever tried lemon juice and Porcelana cream, you know what I’m talking about). Rust can either diminish your car’s value or enhance your building’s patina. And who doesn’t think dimples aren’t the cutest things ever?
I believe that our “flaws” are what make the world beautiful; stretch marks and all.