Imperfections Make Us Special
Or at least this is what I tell myself to feel better about all of MY imperfections. Because this mantra would make me EXTREMELY special. Since this blog is all about transparency and “embracing” the little kinks, I feel it is only fitting that I share some of my “flaws” with you every Friday . Think about your favorite jeans and what you like most about them: My guess is it’s the rips and worn-in quality, not the perfect fold. In other words, flaws add character. So now that you are on the edge of your seats, here are some of mine:
Fabulous Flaw #1:
The picture in the “About Me” section of this blog is the most tan, photogenic version of myself that I could find…After all, I had to put my best foot forward if I was going to expose myself to the world. In actuality, most of my pictures are slightly awkward. I smile in front of the mirror and, you know, practice my angles, but I end up looking strange in nearly every picture I take. Please see example below (might as well let it all hang out from the beginning):
Fabulous Flaw #2:
I have an UNhealthy dependency on I Can’t Believe It’s Not Bu tter Spra y (ICBNB Spray). I genuinely think that most foods taste better with the ICBNB. I have been told that I solely keep ICBNB Spray afloat with my frequent purchases. Being a health and fitness freak, I am well aware of the fact that this magic spray is not magic at all: it is pure chemicals and it is horrible for me. But I’m hooked. As I often tell people, “I FIRMLY believe it’s NOT butter, but I don’t care.” The first step to fixing an addiction is admitting it right? To find out about more of my food obsessions, go to the “About Me” section.
Fabulous Flaw #3:
I am a slob. Between the working out, the working, the blogging, the eating, the worrying…I just can’t find the time to clean! I would post 10 awkward pictures of myself before I unveil the disaster that is my apartment. Let’s put it this way: When I visit my parents back home (in good ‘ol Nebraska!), they tell me they are bracing themselves for Hurricane Jamie to come to town. I’ll post a pic of my NYC apartment if I ever clean it, promise. For now, check out this pic from my old apartment in Chicago:
Your turn! Share your flaws with me. Remember: Flaws = character.