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Recently I have been getting into the series RuPaul’s Drag Race. It’s something I would never usually watch, mainly because I’m not into all the camp gay things that are spilling onto the television of late.

However, someone asked me to watch it, so I thought I would give it a chance.

Drag Queens are bizarre. I’ve never really fully understood them if I’m honest. And I don’t fully understand them now, though the show has given me a lot of insight into why they do what they do.

These gals (men), come from all different backgrounds, cultures and different sexualities. Because let’s not assume all drag queens are gay – take for example Dame Edna Everage.

With the time we live in, people are becoming a lot more accepting – that’s a fact. However, there is a still a lot of negativity flying around. From watching RuPaul’s Drag Race I could see some of the hardship these gals had to go through, and it got to me.

People aren’t perfect. No one is. We all have our little imperfections that make us who we are. But if we don’t fall into this ‘cookie cutter’ image, we’re not accepted by society.

People enjoy finding your imperfections and using them against you. Well, you know what? I like everyone’s imperfections.

Personally, I think that freckles, stretch marks, bruises, tattoos and scars are the coolest things ever. You start out as a blank canvas, and now look at you. All these things are evidence that you’ve lived, fallen, picked yourself back up or maybe liked an image so much that you’ve made it a permanent part of your body.

Everyone is beautiful. You’re imperfections make you perfect.