Monday, April 12, 2010

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring." -Marilyn Monroe

I don't think my laughter has a volume option other than booming, I stand several inches over most of my friends, I speak before I think...sometimes the thinking never even happens, my calves are the size of my sister's thighs, I am a nerd wannabe, my attempt at wit often doesn't come out correctly and I just sound stupid, I am broad-shouldered and am over 100 lbs overweight--making me look more like a pregnant linebacker, I have a bad habit of correcting people (grammar, facts, etc) and am not very subtle about it.

Ok, so I'm not perfect.
But I kinda like me. :)

Susannah and Tiera -- friends for past 16 years

Today at lunch my dad was talking to me about how Satan often gets to women by discouraging them. Gets them to feel they aren't good enough, compare themselves to other women, etc.

I can't say it doesn't happen to me. Sheesh, try having the gorgeous, hilarious, intelligent Sarah as your best friend! Eek. Every single time I hang out with her and one of my guyfriends I later have to hear about how fabulous she is. I know, I know! SHUT UP!

But really, I'm kind of the opposite. I'm almost overconfident.

They may be huge, but I can not quite express my love of my legs. Over 40 inches hip-to-floor of long, strong, curvy muscle. I can kick high and hard. I can run (if other portions of me are appropriately strapped down), walk, skip, jump, dance, and fill out tall-cut wide-cuff trousers DANG IT.



I've never ever (ever) been skinny. I really don't care to ever be skinny. My weight loss goals really have to do with health (oh to be able to do things without needing my inhaler!) and how clothes hang. My goal body isn't a weight number or a dress size...it is this: A tight pinstriped pencil skirt, tucked in crisp white button-up blouse, and 4" pointy-toed stillettos. *sigh*

I'm tall and that is intimidating, blah blah blah. I have never disliked my height, I've never wished I hadn't grown those last few inches. (If anything I'd love one or two more inches! I'm only 5'10")

Yeah, I'm loud. My voice/my laugh/my personality in general. I'm ok with that.
I make friends easily and I'm a fiercely loyal friend.

I'm a goofy dork, but I hear its endearing.


Other people like me, so why shouldn't I like me too?




Susannah, Amy, Marcie, Kylee, Jason and Hannah
(Amy and I have been friends for over 20 years)

2 comments:

Sariah in Vancouver said...

I wish your blog had a "like" button, because I really like this post. Thank you! :)

Elizabeth said...

I like you too, Nannah. We are really looking forward to seeing you in a couple of weeks!