I struggle, I deal and I’ve been broken. But I am here, wild and strong. I will struggle again and again as I have never been guaranteed easy. I mess up, I screw up and I most certainly EFF-up, as I am still learning and will continue to learn till I have no breath.
I am not interested in easy. I’m not interest in impossible. I am not interested in temporary and I’m not interested in the superficial. But most of all I’m not interested in perfect. Perfection is for the scared and afraid, for liars and deniers.
I’m not interested in the common place and everyday for many are tomorrow’s memory and well, plain instant oatmeal. They may go a distance for a time, but sooner or later their taste becomes bland. Their nutrients are deplete and the integrity of character revealing compromise.
But DAMMMM you look good, all dressed up and packaged to sell, sell, sell only to burn, burn, burn.
I am worth every struggle, every tear and every moment of joy. We are worth the struggle, the hard, the fight – the victory. My character maybe flavourful but I’m worth every taste.
I’m most definitely not perfect. I am flawed but I am full. I’ve had enough of the mediocre and the half-assed.
For I am a full-assed woman in a half-assed world.