I will never be that woman that will ever have flawless straight hair, or will I ever have those gorgeous perfect curls. I always have that whole messy, wind-blown hair that I style for like 5 minutes. I will never be that woman that can ever wear anything stylish or designer or elegant ‘cause I’m too clumsy for that. It’s almost always certain I will ruin the fabric by spilling something on it. I am a klutz. It’s almost too embarrassing to admit.
I’m very disorganized, sometimes. Okay, most of the time. I’ve never succeeded in using and maintaining a planner, or my white board in the kitchen, or my corkbord next to my desk. I always buy them and they last for about two months. Yet, organizing is one of my main jobs, and I am a rock star at it.
I’m that one woman you see outside of Safeway, carrying groceries on both hands with her cellphone ringing, trying to find it while at the same time, trying to fish for her keys, but end up having no luck in doing so. In panic, she drops cans of Campbell chicken noodle soup & she’s now picking them up in the parking lot, while the cans are rolling & rolling away… Yes, that’s me. That woman.
My life is not always together as much as I want it to be. I breakdown sometimes. I often feel like a loser & I believe that God is playing tricks on me, picking on me every now & then. Despite this, I know that this is the real me. This is just who I am. Slowly, I am starting to realize that I’m just really that simple, ditsy, sports-addicted, tomboy-woman that has a complex personality & a bit of irony in her.
I’m a mess, but I know I’m a beautiful one.