Wednesday, April 8, 2015

finding perfectness in a place it doesn't exist

       perfect. what does it mean? truly? the perfect hair, the perfect shoes, the perfect make-up? i've been thinking about it a lot lately. i've decided that for me it is finding happiness in myself. i am choosing to be my perfect self. to the rest of the world it will be seen as me being imperfect. it means that some days i will have messy hair (okay, lets be real, when is my hair not messy?), i will leave the house with no makeup on a lot more often that i will have it on. it means that i'm not going to sit here and capitalize things that are supposed to be. and most importantly my grammar skills are much lacking. i apologize in advance
     my goal is to be more beautiful on the inside. so that when people think of me they don't remember a pretty face but instead a beautiful heart.