Wednesday, November 9, 2011
All Your Perfection, All Your Imperfection.
My most used key on my phone and laptop, is the the backspace one. One night I thought, I like when other people make typos; it reminds me I'm not the only one who's imperfect. Then I realize: my imperfections make me. If someone doesn't like me, because I'm not the "perfect friend" or a guy doesn't like me because I don't look the way he wants, and am, therefore, imperfect, I don't worry. I don't care. If I bomb a test, I realize that doesn't make me stupid. It simply means I'm not perfect.When a guy would rather talk to a girl with a "hot bod", I'm okay with that, because that one has nothing to do with me. He's just shallow. My imperfections are me. I've learned recently that I don't need to freak out when my plans don't fall into place like I think they should, because my God is a heck of a lot smarter than me. Growing up, I was told, "You'd be so hot if you did this," "You'd be the prettiest girl ever if you did that." After much searching, finally God revealed to me, and I realized, I don't have to be anyone, but me. When someone comes along and is willing to love me with my imperfections, rather than despite them, I'll know he's worth my breath. Until then, I'll spend my time waiting... And being the imperfect girl I am.