Think about what makes you different and what you do that lights people up. Reflect on all the things that make you different – you’ll find they’re what make you beautiful. (Karen Walrond)
I’ve noticed that it’s kind of frowned on to like yourself, especially if you’re a woman. I mean, sure, in general, we want everyone to have healthy self-esteems, but the feeling I get one on one is that we need to have good self-esteems, but quietly. And we tend to proclaim what we dislike about ourselves much more readily than we do what we like. With that in mind, I’m going to let you in on a little secret.
I’m fucking in love with myself.
I laugh (loudly) at my own jokes, because I am hilarious. I look at my own reflection in the mirror an inordinate amount, because I am also gorgeous. When I like something, I can’t just like it, I must know EVERYTHING ABOUT IT, because I’m passionate. I never turn down an opportunity to
show off share my wide-spread and varied knowledge, because I am a know-it-all smarty-pants. If there is music playing, you’d better believe that I’ll be singing along, because I have the voice of an angel. I dance, all the time. I pick up conversations in the middle (I start them in my head) to the bewilderment of all around me. I will do anything for a laugh, because I am a clown (not a real one, those fuckers are scary). I have large eyes and a big mouth, kind of like a Muppet who became a real girl, and they are both very expressive. Let’s just say, you never have to guess what I think of something.
I have Opinions (note the capital “O”), but I try to stay open-minded. I judge, but I try to be fair. I am what some might call a “hesitant speaker.” English does not come easily to my tongue, there’s a lot of “um”s and “ah”s and “not being able to think of the word”s. I have a speed bump between my brain and my mouth, so I rarely end up with my foot in my mouth (although, it probably could actually fit in there).
I have the ability to draw simple cartoony people that convey many subtleties of emotion, and I’m not even sure how I do it.
I believe in things, but I don’t need YOU to believe in them to make them valid.
I have a warm smile, and people tend to open up to me.
When I’m nervous, I tend to scream-laugh. (Trust me, it’s endearing).
I CAN create my way out of a paper bag.
I don’t dress appropriately for my age. I just dress in what I like.
I am a cat whisperer.
I’m really good at making food that is both healthy and delicious.
One last thought on the subject of my strange beauty, the Girl came up to me one day and asked, “Mummy, do you wish you were beautiful?”
“I don’t have to wish. I am beautiful,” I responded, without hesitation.
She smiled and said, “yeah, you are beautiful.”
Nice, huh? Well, let me further expand this lovely little picture. I was in the bathroom. One of my shirts and pair of my jeans were soaking in the tub, covered in my own vomit. And I was on the toilet. Thank-you, and good-night. *bows*