Human beings are imperfect. Always. Perhaps being imperfect is the greatest perfection a person can aspire to. And that is what this work is about. That it is okay to be like that. Even if we are made of pieces, which do not even belong to us. Even if society imposes its demands with impossible canons of beauty and styles. The flaw, the stain, the distinctive feature… take center stage and are what give value to the individual and exalt him.