Perfectly Imperfect

"Perfectly imperfect"-- someone said this in a conversation with me about none other than guess... Scandal.  It not only inspired me to write again, it's also intrigued me over the past few days. Why? Because in a world that's telling you to be and act a certain way-- becoming absolutely perfect sounds like a marathon I'd NEVER win or run. Scandal does this weird thing were you hate a character one minute but then cry the next because you see the pain behind the stupid thing they did that made you mad in the first place. I mean the show is completely based on a relationship between a married president and a woman that isn't his wife. (Olitz forever!)

Everyone is flawed on that show. Just like me. I have flaws. I am by no means perfect AT ALL. Sometimes I say bad words, judge people, feel insanely depressed, write horribly, and watch an extreme amount of TV. But then I also love to laugh, have this extreme hope of healing, love for food, and for the first time ever am allowing optimism to become apart of my vocabulary. So yes in one sense to this world I am imperfect, because I don't do things like everyone expects me to. But in my world, I am perfect. Instead of living in a world where I have to be "twice as good", I can say and do things for me that will help me grow and become the woman I was born to be. Perfectly imperfect sounds like a walk in the park that I will definitely take. Be the best you!

Just the Way You Are- Bruno Mars