When I was about 16, my brother went to Australia to seek fame, fun and fortune. When he returned he brought me an opal cabochon that he had purchased directly from the opal mine. It was a blue-green opal, and so bright and fiery! He told me that it had a tiny flaw in it, and that was to remind me that I wasn't perfect, either.
Well, I wore that ring every day of my life until my fingers got too fat to wear it. And I got a lot of mileage out of telling that story. I loved the humbling aspect of a daily reminder that I wasn't perfect either, no matter how shiny and fiery I looked.
Until one day I was telling that story to a jeweler. And he said something awesome to me that forever changed my definition of a flaw. He said, "But gems are never flawed. We call those things 'inclusions.'"
"Do you mean as in "it's included in the price?"
"Yes, it's included in the value of the gem. It's part of it's intrinsic make-up, not a flaw at all."
WOW. So all these years I was happily flawed, and now I've morphed into having inclusions of value in my character!?! I love it.
This came up for me recently, when I was discussing with someone a particular thing that had annoyed him about me. I thought about it and had to tell him the truth: This thing that bothers you isn't really the kind of thing I can change. I'm stuck with it. I can work around it, but it's hard-wired into me and I've reached a stage where I won't willingly morph my DNA to please a man....or anyone else for that matter. I told him if he could just count that thing that bothered him as amongst the inclusions in my character that made me a real person and not a fantasy, then we were good to go.
Like my opal ring, I have value JUST AS I AM, and also like my opal ring, I get more valuable as time goes on. Neat, huh?