Some people strive for perfection. They try to reach this unattainable goal of being… well, perfect. They try to look like the people in the magazines who don’t even look like the people in the magazines. It’s called air brush, photo shop, makeup and hair artists, stylists, camera angles, plastic surgery and the whole shebang. They try to not have any flaws about them and be on their A game 24/7 365. It’s sad, in my opinion. Nobody is perfect in any way, shape or form. It just doesn’t work like that.
However, we can be the best that we each can personally be. We shouldn’t be afraid to admit our flaws and mistakes because everybody has them.
I am challenged with directions. Even with a smartphone, I will still get lost, it’s inevitable. It’s kind of funny. Whoever marries me is going to have to love this or get a kick out of it.
You do not want to see me in busy parking lots or when people drive badly. I have road rage. My friend laughs at me and feels my nerves.
I love to sing. I will serenade you in the car, in public, I serenade my shower and myself, as well. Except for one tiny fact. I can’t even sing, not even close but I will still belt out every note… or lack thereof, on my part.
I struggled with very low self-esteem, an eating disorder and depression (and still do from time to time).
I can laugh very loudly.
I like to make things awkward in public, and I do a good job of it.
I am so clumsy, it’s not even funny. I would say at least once a day I somehow trip or hurt myself.
I have a bad memory.
I can be stubborn.
I’m a bit of a wild child.
I cuss a lot sometimes.
Sometimes I just like to stay at home.
I don’t always look my best or even close.
I have a really dirty sense of humor… it’s really bad.
I drink too much coffee.
I don’t always eat healthy.
And so many more, I can’t even count. But somebody out there will accept them and love me no matter what. Everybody has flaws and quirks to them, but that’s what makes you you. I’m not afraid to say the things that make up who I am.
Your flaws, quirks, uniqueness, mistakes… those are your foundations. That is something you build upon. Every foundation that has been through a lot, had a bunch of traffic way on it, or has moved around, is gonna have a few cracks in it. But that’s okay. Somebody will love your cracks, every single bit of them. They will still live there, they will make a home on your foundation. They will work around them, because even though there are cracks does not mean there is no beauty. Even with what seems to be a perfect home, the foundation or some part of it is going to have a couple cracks.
I dare you.
Every. Single. Bit of it.
With all the love in my body,