Perfect Imperfection

I hate it when people find out I'm not perfect. 
Isn't that ridiculous?
Who of us is perfect?
And who expects anyone else to be perfect?
So why do we get so upset when our imperfections are brought to light?
Why do we beat ourselves up over our imperfections?
If we were all perfect, there would be no learning. 
If we were all perfect, there would be no growth.
And who gets to decide what exactly perfect is?
I am a perfect example of imperfection. So does that mean I'm perfect.....