I have a diastema. That means I have a space between my front teeth. I did not like that so well as a kid, however, my dad always told me it was part of my personality. I wonder today if he meant I was "spacy!!" I would put rubber bands around them at night hoping they would grow together, but alas, the space remains. I grew to accept that "flaw," but it took awhile.
We all have those things in ourselves which we see as a flaw, a blemish to our personality or physical features. So, how do we deal with those "imperfections" that keep us from unconditional acceptance of ourselves?
This week a line from a song and an old folktale might give us the encouragement we need.
