During good times I sing in the shower, accomplish things and smile. I walk with my head high, and a spring in my step. My mind is calm and I like myself. I am proud to be my own open minded, caring, imperfect woman. Imperfection is a badge of honor which I wear proudly.
Then there are the bad times. During those times I cry in the shower, or don't shower at all. I can't see anying good about myself. I am my worst critic, and I have no mercy at all.
I can't stand "perfect people" (or so they think). I would be out of place in a fancy restaurant or formal party. So really it is a waste of time and emotion to be so hung up on my imperfections. My friends are certainly not perfect and I love every flaw and wrinkle they have.
That last paragraph says it all really. Those words are what I need to think about when I start beating myself down. Sometimes I have to put a lot of thought into what to say. at other times my fingers fly and my thoughts flow onto the screen without hesitation.
There is no clever ending this time. All I have this time is some important things to think about. Which is a good thing in this case. Because thoughts are only a new reality unborn.
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