I am Perfectly Imperfect, I am missing eyelashes, I have numerous scars some you can see some you can’t, my hair is what it is, I am not a size 6 but it’s me and I love myself most of the time. There are times when it is hard but I think about all I have been through in life, how much weight I have lost, and I am proud of what I have become, the friends I have made, and the surrounding of love I have around me now. When I see the fat that is there and the double chin I have to remember that there was a point where my breathing was hard and my chin was twice the size. When I feel the pain in my back from an injury many years ago I thank God I can still move. Everyday is a struggle for me whether we are a six 0 or a size 24 we all have our insecurities and we need to overcome them and remember that we are all #PerfectlyImperfect. Thank you to Harper Sloan for starting this on FB and for all her fans and friends who were wiling to share their pictures and stories.
Mirror, mirror … who’s the fairest of them all?
I still cringe when I hear that line. A fairy tale that had girls pretending they were the fairest, the most beautiful, and the most entitled. A fairy tale most couldn’t grow out of turned my haunted childhood memories into a living nightmare. Girls who grew up believing that pile of garbage became the meanest of all ‘mean girls.’ And those mean girls were right – it was a line meant for all the beautiful people in the world – and I knew the answer would never be me. The women with long legs, flat stomachs, and perfect chests. The type of women Kane Masters gravitated toward. Well, that’s definitely not Willow Tate. No. That will never be me. Because I’m completely imperfect. And … I hate myself. I have no idea what Kane could possibly see in someone like me when he could have them.