Should I fix my chipped front tooth? No way, I got that giving everything I have into the microphone. Should I botox those wrinkles on my forehead? Uh-uh. Those are earned from the surprise and excitement and wonder of every one of the times I fell in love with the world and my friends and my family deeper. They represent compassion and empathy. Should I laser off my lip wrinkles? Nope. Those are from kisses and pouts and moments of deep thought. Wouldn’t trade em for the world. Should I lipo my butt? My thighs? My pooch? what? Certainly not. I am curvy like a woman who has grown into her woman body by graduating magna cum laude from “girl”. Should I worry about my hair thinning? Why? I’ve lost it little by little caring, loving and worrying about all of my friends and family and even strangers. I should be bald by now! Thin hair? Thick memories. Thin hair? Thick skin. Should I be ashamed my that hands are worked and callused? Nahh, that is the hard labor of a life well lived. I can look at them and think “I can get through anything - I can see I’ve been through a lot”. If I tried to start fixing, I’d never stop. None of me is perfect and all of it tells my story. I don’t want to erase a single day of this lovely life. I am beautiful because I am flawed. My flaws are evidence of a beautiful life. My flaws are why I am beautiful.