There's something about me that screams flawed. Why? Because I wear it on my sleeve. I'm not perfect, inside or out. I wear glasses because I can hardly see. I have a gap in my front teeth. I am terrible at putting on nail polish, and I rarely have cute hair. I'm not perfect.
I have some baggage. I'm a little weird. I talk too much when the moment is not right and maybe sometimes I try too hard. I fumble and I run. Usually, I run the wrong way. I've been doing that a lot lately.
I hate change, big or small. So when my world takes a turn, I stop. I'm not sure where to go. Usually, I stay right where I am, or go running toward the past. Why? Because if it worked out once, it has to work again....or still. Right?
But as much as I hate change, I am slowly becoming a different person. The baggage I have? It's changing, and I think lately I've been lightening my load. Well, for now I'm trying to. As for my flaws on the outside? Who would I be without them? I'd be unrecognizable. I'm not perfect, but I was never intended to be. I may not be perfect, but I'm getting closer and closer to becoming the person that I want to be.