I am imperfect in every way.

This post has been inspired by fatmumslim (my new girl-crush from down under)

This is me being imperfect me.

I am imperfect.
My hair is too curly.
My body is bigger in places it wasn't before I hit my 30's.

I stash candy and eat it like a sneaky 4 year old.

I'm mostly introverted and {extroverted} I can't make up my mind.

I have a sink FULL of dishes.

I don't get anywhere near enough sleep.

I have so many ideas I often think I'm going crazy.

I rarely answer my phone, check my snail mail or call people back.

Most days I have no idea what I'm doing but I'm always doing.

I wonder if my daughter wonders why I'm always in my jammies. {working from home is the best!!}

I make typo's and I'm terrible at re-reading for errors.

I spend most of life being distracted {very easily}.

I make up words and put emphasis on the wrong syllable if the word already exists.

Sometimes I pretend I'm listening {I'm really not}.

I will let it all build up until I break down.
My mother is better at this mothering thing than I am.

I make extravagant plans that never happen {because planning is more fun}

I found this list WAY too easy to write!!

That's right....

I am imperfect. And that's okay. I love myself all the same.


To all the women out there, happy International Women's Day. Celebrate being you. 


What makes you imperfect?