Do not weep for your imperfections. Like love they make you human. They are the facets that allow you to shine. Keep them polished. Send your light into the world; it already has enough darkness. Consider yourself creatively maladjusted, not broken. Become an eagle or a flamingo. Soar into the night sky seeking love and knowledge. Who knows where you may land.
Remember, the cracks are how the light gets in. Perfection is boring.