I am here today to talk to you about the F word. Yes, I think you know what I am talking about. I have the F word written all over my body and all over my face and guess what? So do you.
It is on my toes and on my lips.
On my thighs and on my hips.
(I should have been a poet…)
I think the biggest problem with the F word is that it isn’t spoken about enough. Granted, it is way better than 20 years ago but it is still not all over the magazines at the checkout counters and not plastered all over billboards. I think this is our greatest tragedy.
The F word I am talking about is, of course, flaws. FLAWS. Say it with me, FLAWS!!
I am flawed, baby, and so are you.
And I think it is bloody brilliant.
If we weren’t flawed, how boring would life be? Where would the lessons from failure go? Where would our character come from? What would happen to the wonderful words of wisdom imparted on us from generations of fearless, flawed women?
Gone. They would be gone, girl.
Then what? We would walk around being mindless, perfect drones? Have you ever seen the movie, The Stepford Wives? Spoiler alert: It doesn’t work out so well for them. They are boring, stale, uninspiring, dispassionate, uncaring, and mean. Who wants to be that way? I would rather have oodles of cellulite and big pores than be called boring!
Screw it! I think it is high time we embraced our flaws nay, FLAUNT our flaws! Think about that the next time you are criticizing your cellulite and adult acne and that extra 5 pounds sitting on your hips.
“Is ‘fat’ really the worst thing a human being can be? Is ‘fat’ worse than ‘vindictive’, ‘jealous’, ‘shallow’, ‘vain’, ‘boring’ or ‘cruel’? Not to me.”