Don't forget To Cover Up

I was brought up with a mentality to cover up my imperfections. If I had a lonja (bulge) in the wrong place, then you put on a girdle. My nose is not shaped correctly so as a pre-teen I was encouraged by adults to have plastic surgery. For a party.. my face, dress, legs, feet, hands, ears, teeth, and hair had to be perfect. I was self conscious the entire time at all events.

Now zero plastic surgeries later, I embrace how imperfect I am. I know I have a lot of room to grow and people to learn from. I'll stand there and tell you I'm not an expert. In reality I've never been an average girl, let alone woman, and I'm nowhere near perfect. I still can't sit still, I don't know how to small talk, I'm awkward, sarcastically honest, extremely un-materialistic, and it drives me insane to coordinate that outfit.

Yes, people may try to approach me and tell me how to be, how I'm doing it all wrong, how my tattoo doesn't match the color of my shoes, and how the things I write about are weird. And that nobody wants to see it. But that's just it. I've been told how to be all my life. It isn't working.

Understand please, if I could live off one pair of heels, the same tennis shoes, one pair of earrings, the same friends of 20 years, and a hamburger, then fit all of it in one bag, I would do it.

#Awkardgirl