Perfect Only In Her Imperfections.

(Pictures all from this weekend)

The view from my balcony isn’t all that much, but I’ve come to love it. It’s just our parking lot but when the sun is setting and the air is a little chilly, I love opening the door and looking out every once in a while.  It’s not perfect, it definitely isn’t our honeymoon view, but it’s pretty.

(La Tapatia with Fernanda on Friday)

I too, am pretty imperfect. I am confident probably 75 percent of the time and the other 25 I’m a mess. There is usually one day out of seven that I am just absolutely not happy with myself.  I see a pretty girl in the mirror usually, but there’s times I look at myself and want to shave my head from hair day frustration or Taebo out my growing booty I have going on from too many double cheeseburgers. I say things I don’t mean. I have a bladder problem.  I try to seem more put together than I am.  I am the most impatient person alive and if something doesn’t get done on my timing I don’t respond well. I’m attracted to anything shiny or bad for me. I always do things I’m told not to, just to see.  I try my best to handle situations accordingly and count to ten, but when I’m hurt I respond in frustration. I constantly regret the words that come out because of that.

(A couple of my girls at the bar this weekend.)

I have a potty mouth. I make friends super easily, but I don’t make enough time for the people who matter the most. I’m so unorganized that people are scared to drive in my car.  I sometimes want to feel more pain so I can relate more to a song. I’m not healthy. At all. I’m annoyingly prideful, ridiculously hot-headed, and way too stubborn for my own good. I sometimes argue to hear myself talk. I’m selfish. I’m messy.  I cry and yell and scream when I can’t handle what’s going on in my head.  I have too many bad habits. I’m at times too egotistical and at others too hard on myself. I love cheesy movies and Miley Cyrus. I have too much going on and usually don’t get everything I need to done.

(Cool bartender and Miss Vicky)

My husband loves me not because I am the most amazing person alive. I am not a rocket scientist or a super-model or a girl who even knows what it is she wants from this life yet.  I am a 20 year old, confused, slightly psychotic, girl. I laugh a lot but too loudly, I’m lovable because I’m the biggest dork you’ll ever meet,  I like myself because I try even though I fail plenty, I’m happy because I’m too naive to know otherwise. I used to have this mentality that I had to be a certain way for somebody to love me. To have something super special that made me deserving of those three little words. Nope.  He loves me simply because I am me. Because I am a dorky, insane,  usually lovable, sometimes stupid, always ridiculous mess.  Because that’s good enough. Because through all of my shortcomings, I am good enough. Not because of something crazy special I do, not because I am perfect in any way but because I am me. Imperfections and all.

Here is a great example of me being uh, imperfect. Dude lost his tongs. Guess who was playing with them? Told you I can’t resist shiny objects. You can also see my growing booty! I’m actually kind of glad it’s not so small anymore.

18 thoughts on “Perfect Only In Her Imperfections.

  1. Meg says:

    pffffffhahahaha
    “Oh! I think I have your tongs..”

    that was so funny.

    I love this bloggyy. Especially this part:
    ” used to have this mentality that I had to be a certain way for somebody to love me. To have something super special that made me deserving of those three little words. Nope. He loves me simply because I am me. Because I am a dorky, insane, usually lovable, sometimes stupid, always ridiculous mess. Because that’s good enough. Because through all of my shortcomings, I am good enough. ”

    yea it’s a long excerpt haha. Oh well. I just kinda learned that with Joe. I always try so hard not to be the crazy girlfriend or the irrational person when some things are just intrinsically me! and I can’t hide that. And yea it’s important to be rational, but it’s better in moderation instead of all the time haha.

    You and Robby helped me with that. You don’t hide anything with that boy! I’m always hiding stuff. Untill recently haha.

    There are a ton of things my mom doesn’t like about my dad. But honestly, even if she denies it, Idk if she’d feel the same about him if all those things were different. and by “feel the same” i mean I don’t know if she’d a been with him for over twenty years!

  2. You are sooooo fucking cute bitch! Literally I love you!

    I have a potty mouth. I make friends super easily, but I don’t make enough time for the people who matter the most. I’m so unorganized that people are scared to drive in my car. I sometimes want to feel more pain so I can relate more to a song. I’m not healthy. At all. I’m annoyingly prideful, ridiculously hot-headed, and way too stubborn for my own good. I sometimes argue to hear myself talk. I’m selfish. I’m messy. I cry and yell and scream when I can’t handle what’s going on in my head. I have too many bad habits. I’m at times too egotistical and at others too hard on myself. I love cheesy movies and Miley Cyrus. I have too much going on in my head and usually don’t get everything I need to done.

    I had to copy and paste this here, because that is ME!!!!! I swear to fucking shit, I don’t know what the hell is happening! We are scary alike dude! The ‘feel more pain, so you can relate to a song’ OMG I thought I was the only freaky bitch who did that! THIS my dear is why I heart your face!!!

  3. Oh. My. God. I know! That one day is just brutal and I find I have more and more of them likely because of the weather and other junk and I lately have little or no self confidence appearence wise. Mind you I think the unpleasentness with married guy too could be the issue.

    I dunno, I am going to fix my hair and fuck it.

    I think we’re perfect for two Christinas.

    xoxo love you dude!

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