This notion of being perfect is crap. I have spent almost my entire adolescence trying to become this ideal version of the typical teenage girl, and it's crap. At some point in the recent past I just stopped caring, and have become this raw and crazy, goof-ball of a person. I am better off this way, definitely! Being perfect and not letting your emotions drive you is absolute crap.
I have come to appreciate the fact that the happiest of people do not necessarily have the best of everything, they just make the best of what they were given. I have talked to a number of 'happy' people and heard about moments and experiences in their lives that they have had to endure, just like the rest of us. It makes me feel nothing but gratitude. I am trying to stop focusing on the frivolous things in life. I'm staying away from the drama. I'm just being... because really, its all I know how to do.
I might not be perfect. Actually, scratch that, I am FAR from perfect. I am loud. I make inappropriate comments in social situations. I cannot do math if my life depended on it. I am super awkward. I am fluent in sarcasm. I am the biggest procrastinator in the history of the universe. I HATE getting ready in the morning. I have the most obnoxious old man laugh. I bite my nails. I put on full out musical performances in front of my bedroom mirror. I hate frogs, toads and elastic bands. I watch the Family Channel and TVO kids (aka Arthur) like it is my religion. I exaggerate everything to a ridiculous extent. When I teach dance, I relate all moves to randomly selected zoo animals. I am certainly not one of the "cool kids", and you know what? I never wanted to be. I listen to Disney songs full blast and can quote every episode of Friends. But you know what? I am happy. Not perfect, but happy. Really, when it comes down to it, I would rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not.
So what's today's lesson?
Be yourself. Love your flaws. It doesn't matter if you're shy, loud, tall, short, black, white, or freakin' purple for all I care. It does not matter where you're from, who you've been with, what you believe in, how put together you are,
I might not be perfect. Actually, scratch that, I am FAR from perfect. I am loud. I make inappropriate comments in social situations. I cannot do math if my life depended on it. I am super awkward. I am fluent in sarcasm. I am the biggest procrastinator in the history of the universe. I HATE getting ready in the morning. I have the most obnoxious old man laugh. I bite my nails. I put on full out musical performances in front of my bedroom mirror. I hate frogs, toads and elastic bands. I watch the Family Channel and TVO kids (aka Arthur) like it is my religion. I exaggerate everything to a ridiculous extent. When I teach dance, I relate all moves to randomly selected zoo animals. I am certainly not one of the "cool kids", and you know what? I never wanted to be. I listen to Disney songs full blast and can quote every episode of Friends. But you know what? I am happy. Not perfect, but happy. Really, when it comes down to it, I would rather be hated for who I am than loved for who I am not.
So what's today's lesson?
Be yourself. Love your flaws. It doesn't matter if you're shy, loud, tall, short, black, white, or freakin' purple for all I care. It does not matter where you're from, who you've been with, what you believe in, how put together you are,how organized your life is, or even how clean your room is.You will find people that love you regardless of it all and of course, those that mind don't matter, those that matter don't mind.
You're here, so take a chance and make it big.
Love yourself; regardless of all the stupid crap.
And most importantly, stand out. Even if it is just in the smallest way.
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