I used to think I could be perfect. I tried my hardest to reach whatever it is that we call „perfection“. But the harder I tried, the more I realized that my goal was unreachable. I was “imperfect” by nature. Certain things were simply unchangeable and would stay the same no matter what. And when I finally accepted that I realized that it’s actually pretty great.
This is not a blog by a perfect person with a perfect life in a perfect world. And that‘s one of the things that make this blog interesting. Imperfection makes everything so much better and much more fun.
I have an interesting voice, it‘s very soft and childlike. I haven‘t always liked it but my voice is undoubtedly one of the most unique things about me.
One of my ears is more outwards than the other. I inherited that from my dad, because I am my dad’s daughter - and proud to be.
My right arm is more muscular than the left one, because I use it more to draw, paint and write. Those are things I love doing.
You could call it imperfections or flaws. Or you could call them characteristics. These things and many others are all a part of what makes me who I am. I was born with some, inherited many and the rest represents my life, things that have happened and things I’ve done. Just like trees come in different shapes and sizes based on their conditions while growing. The same applies to all of us. That’s what true beauty is.
And since I’ve started with the sharing, here are a few more facts and confessions I have to make:
I’ve worn glasses since I was 2 years old.
I am hopeless at tying shoelaces. It takes me a very long time and I still have a feeling I’m doing it wrong.
Don’t expect me to catch a ball or anything else you throw at me. I won’t.
I’ve started to get wrinkles on my forehead and also one on the side right next to my mouth – because I smile so much!
I’m a very sensitive person and I cry easily. But at least you’ll know when something’s wrong because I can’t keep it in…
I’ve been in an ambulance once. What happened? I was drunk and fell on my face. I got four stitches and had to spend 10 days of my holiday in Spain with a huge bandage on my chin. What did I learn from that? Don’t drink and run.
I once cut my hair into a very short boy cut and I loved it.
I can’t ride a bike. Not very well at least.
I have a scar/mark on my leg which I got while trying to kick-start a small off-road motorbike in Australia.
Yes, I do have stretch marks, cellulite, circles under my eyes and body hair. All those things you’re not supposed to have, don’t worry - I have them too!