A tree is no less perfect because it is a seedling. A tiny infant is no less perfect than a grown-up. It is perfection itself. Because it cannot do a thing, does not know a thing, that does not make it somehow less perfect.
A child make mistakes. She stands. She toddles. She stands again, a bit wobbly, hanging onto her mommy's leg. Does that make the child imperfect?
I tell you it is just the opposite! That child is perfection itself. wholly and completely adorable.
So, too, are you.
--taken from the book Meditations from Conversations with God, by Neale Donald Walsch (Kindle version)
(a little reminder that you are perfect just as you are now)