Thursday, January 29, 2015
I'm not perfect. I have flaws, I have scars, I make bad choices and mistakes and let my emotions get the best of me.
I have characteristics that are unbecoming of a lady. I curse too much, drink whiskey, smoke pot on occasion and wear too much make up sometimes.
I like short skirts, tight shirts, high heels and big hair. I like to flirt, I get a thrill from staring at a stranger dead in the eyes until it's nearly uncomfortable. It's like hard-core porn without the actual act of sex.
I like sweat pants and baggy t-shirts, with no bra on. I have smelly old beat up slippers that I will wear every, single, morning, until they fall apart or someone steals them from me and takes them to the garbage. Some days I forget to brush my teeth until after 10:00 am and then I just decide to eat lunch, because I can, and who wants to ruin a good meal with toothpaste.
I like to kiss hard, and leave my eyes open. I like to see what I do to another soul and watch it fall to pieces and be rebuilt by a passion hotter than flames.
I have lumps and bumps and jiggly parts and I have a number on a scale, that, is not what I want it to be, but I'm okay with it because I can stand up and look down at it. And as long as I'm looking down at it, I'm above it. And that's OK. Because it's beneath me to be overly concerned with a digit.
I can run, and walk and bike and hike and jump and sing and shout and lift and push and pull and play and laugh and cry and hug and love. My body is my ship and my soul is the captain and my love and internal will to move forward and do and see things is my mission.
I will not be stifled, I will not be smothered out, I will not be kept quiet because I do not fit a mold or a format of what is defined as beauty. I will stand up and make people take notice. I will be tall and proud of who and what I am no matter who or what I am. I will teach my young daughter to be genuine no, matter, what. I will instill in her that she is worth more than anyone person can make her feel like she is worth. If someone is not willing to recognize and encapsulate the awesomeness that is her or me or you then they are truly the ones living a lost life.
I will not float in a sea of predictable blandness, I will dance on the waters of amazement and revel in the beauty of what I create.
Why? Because I am not perfect. I am beautifully flawed and awesomely defiant to the norm. I am absolutely okay.