Losing my perfection.
I’d rather wear my hair out messy with my baby curls flying off my head because that’s when I’m most ready to embrace the day and express myself.
I’d rather not wear make-up, showing my freckles and lines that symbolise my age, what I’ve been through and how far I’ve come.
I’d rather make mistakes even though the embarrassment hurts sometimes, it’s the only way I come out the other side a stronger person.
I’d rather say no to people and seem selfish because I don’t care about looking like someone that can do it all.
I’d rather cry and share my vulnerabilities, it’s less painful than pretending I’ve got my shit together.
I’d rather be an artist that makes ends meet, enjoying the messiness and devotion that comes with self-exploration
I’d rather value family and my relationships because when I’m lying on my deathbed, the memories with them will be all that matters.
I’d rather drink coffee, red wine and cheese with my jelly belly, it fills me up with greater satisfaction over starving myself.
I’d rather live in the moment and deal with whatever comes because no matter how hard you plan, it doesn’t always turn out as expected.
I’d rather write a blog post with grammatical errors knowing it’s still going to inspire someone, over not publishing it at all.
I’d rather stop waiting for the right time and start now, because the journey is in the process, and I don’t want to live my life saying ‘one day’.
I’d rather speak up and disagree with my partner knowing it will strengthen our relationship, rather than stay silent over the fear he won’t love me anymore.
I’d rather count my friends on my five fingers over having many because they’re the ones that know the depths of my soul and answer the phone.
I’d rather talk about the hard times to inspire people, instead of over-delivering fake positivity.
I’d rather stuff up, laugh and apologise, over beating myself up that I didn’t do it right.
I’d rather have a wild wondering soul because to truly live without boundaries is the most beautiful gift in the world.
I’d rather be odd or different or weird or crazy or emotional to others because it’s a sign that I am being myself.
And when I’m being exactly who I am, at peace with all my imperfections, that is when I feel most alive.