If left to your own, stripped to your core, you are perfect; pure, whole, complete, entire, lacking nothing. Your essence is pure.
Like begets like. Imperfection can not produce perfection. ‘Perfect imperfection’ is still imperfection.
You can only be who you are. As long as you identify with imperfect, you will fall short of your intended purpose. You will fantasize, but never materialize the desires of your heart.
You have become, and will become, who you believe you are worth becoming.