…looked all fancy, but really i am paint splattered and ratty sweatered.
…was coordinated, but really i spill things all the time.
(including red wine all over heaps of hugh’s nice expensive computer paper last night.)
… was 10 lbs thinner, but really my jeans keep getting tighter.
…had nice eyebrows, but they are sparse.
…didn’t get bad pms, but really i feel like screaming at the smallest thing.
…was wealthy, but really i’m broke.
…lived closer to my family, but really i am across the country.
…didn’t feel affected by the rain, but really it makes me want to curl up.

i wish i was perfect, and i know i am not. i want to accept these imperfections.

i like the idea of wabi-sabi (and it is the theme of my upcoming birthday celebration):

“Wabi-sabi is a beauty of things imperfect, impermanent, and incomplete.

It is the beauty of things modest and humble.

It is the beauty of things unconventional”.