Perfectly Imperfect

I get cranky when people wake me up from naps. I am always the first one to finish my meal at the table. I can be completely selfish at times and I can act like a brat. I can be inconsiderate and I can be blunt. I can be a bitch when you annoy me and I can be scary when you offend me. I've hung up on friends when they pissed me off and I've purposely screened calls when I want to be alone. I can be lazy and I can be messy. I spill and I break. I am not a perfectionist and I am not organized. I am not the smartest and I am not the prettiest. I've cheated before and I've broken hearts. My grades are not great and I am scared for the future. My hair gets frizzy and it never stays straight. I always have a tuft here and there. My face is not symmetrical and my teeth are not straight. My skin gets oily and I have blemishes. My lips gets dry and my nail polish is always chipped. My stomach is pudgy and I have cellulite on my thighs. My shoes are always scuffed and my whites are never that white. My socks have holes on them and they are sometimes mismatched. I always manage to have some sort of stain on my clothes. My shirts are always wrinkled and I never iron. No matter how hard I try, I can not carry a cup and walk at the same time without spilling something on myself. I don't have curves and my face turns red when I drink. At certain angles, you can see my double chin. My thighs are too long for my legs and my arms are too long for my body. My wrists are too small for bracelets and my feet are too small for shoes. These are my flaws and I love myself regardless.

But when I start to question, "What is wrong with me?" because of a guy, then something is definitely wrong.

Love Always,
LL