It's All Good. No, Really. *All* of It.

Hey guys? I'd like to propose taking a break.

Let's take a moment away:
from poking our stomachs rounded with Halloween candy
from examining our cheeks chapped by November air
from glaring at darkened stubble that's poking through tights


Let's cut ourselves a bit of slack, shall we?
Let's remember that every blessed inch of us?
It's pretty damn cute.
Those rounded bits? The freckles? The glasses?
There are people in our lives that love those bits that make us different.

There are people that we stand next to at the bus stop who think

"What I would give for that nose!"

And your office mate told me yesterday that

she actively fantisizes about having ankles like yours.

As for me, I'm trying to call a truce.

With my blond eyelashes that rim deep set eyes,

my child-birthing hips, my destined-for-wattle neckline and

a head that requires XXL everything. My blond eyelashes

were passed down through generations of pale Scandinavians

and I can work those hips in a blush-inducing way. I'm also

choosing to believe that my giant head is a by product of

my giant brain.

So you'll have to pardon me for waxing cliched

and telling you that what makes us different makes us

the gorgeous dumplings that we are.

And that it's all good. And I mean that. It's alllll good.

What makes you different?

What makes you gorgeous?