Perfectly Imperfect...that's what makes us beautiful

I’m a total girl, and proud of it! The best part of dating is meeting a total stranger and getting the chance to truly explore who you really are. I had a laugh to myself tonight while texting a guy I’ve never met. I laughed to my friend Samantha and said, let’s see if I can scare him away in 10 texts. The truth was, I could care less if I did. I was just being me. Sometimes me is a little cliché, but I’m totally cool with it, so too bad.

I love a good chick flick! The hopeless romantic type where the guy always gets the girl. I jump out of my seat during intense scenes in a thriller, and yes, I cover my eyes during fight scenes or anything that involves pain. But I’m also that girl who will throw herself to the ground to catch the line drive, wipe out on my road bike and get back up to finish the last 25km. I’ll find the strength to build the desk that Staples suggests takes two to build. I bought my living room furniture for the man I haven’t yet met to cuddle me during movies on Sundays.

There are days the most beautiful pieces of clothing I own can’t make me feel beautiful, and days I feel sexiest in my flip flops and a baseball cap. I like nice cars, but don’t care if you have one, unless I get to drive it. I walked 11 stories in 4” heels and a dress during a fire alarm and emerged with a smile and slight glow to greet the fireman at the bottom on my way out for the night.

I’ve broken all the rules I’ve ever learned about life. I’ve loved too fast, played too hard to get. I’ve held out, I’ve gone too far.  I’ve tried too hard, and sometimes not enough. I’ve looked to hard, and other times closed my eyes to what was right in front of me. I’ve overthought, and acted without thinking. I’ve said the right things at the wrong times, and the wrong things at the right times. I’ve messed up, I’ve said I’m sorry. I’ve forgiven the unforgiveable, and probably done the unforgiveable along the way too.

I’ve been what everyone else wants, and I’ve been what I want too. At the end of the day, the only thing that matters is that I am perfectly imperfect, and I accept that.  You win some, you lose some. The only person that matters in the end, is you. Did you live by your own values, or someone else’s? Did you live your dream, or someone else’s? Are you doing what you want, or what someone else would approve of?

Live the life of your dreams.  Life is messy, that’s what makes it beautiful.