Today, I'm linking up with The Nester for her "It Doesn't Have to be Perfect to be Beautiful" party. A celebration of the imperfect in ourselves and our lives.
My life's biggest imperfection? Me. The imperfection I'm most aware of? The imperfection that bothers me most? The imperfection that I obsess over? The areas in my life of which I am most embarrassed. Yep, you guessed it....me.
I need to lose weight. I have an autoimmune disorder that causes me chronic pain and fatigue...that I try to hide for fear of appearing weak. I've been known to be short-tempered and sharp-tongued. My eyelashes suddenly started doing weird things after my son was born...five years ago...and they're still weird. And my house? Don't even get me started. I've got half-finished projects stored away, shelves that I bought 5 years ago and promptly stuffed them (unopened) in a closet, stacks & stacks of fabric begging to be made into something gorgeous, and furniture desperate for a little TLC.
But, you know what? That's ok. I'm cool with it all. So I need to lose some weight...I'm on it. And I can deal with the pain...after living with it for over a decade, I have a tolerance for pain that is super-human. Plus...I'm being proactive about it now with my fabulous doctor who really wants to help me (me!) & not just tell me to suck it up...although, I can do that pretty well if needed. That short-temperedness? Controlled...mostly (I should probably stop taking pictures of people who cut me off while I'm driving, though.). My house? I'm moving (tell ya more about that on Wednesday!) and things are going to be different in our new home. I have big plans! I have a wicked sense of humor and I love my friends (feeling a bit like Stuart Smalley here...dog gone it, people like me!). There are other things that I like about myself, too...but the one I am most proud of? I am a rock-star mama. Sure, I make mistakes, but in spite of those I am still Super Mom to two of the most precious, beautiful, smart, funny, wise children in the world. And that means everything to me. I have been blessed...and that is not lost on me.
Yes, the more I think about my imperfections, the more I am learning to embrace them. They are what make me...me. God didn't make me perfect. He made me, me. I've got flaws...I don't have to be perfect to be beautiful.