Build-a-Babe

I’m amazing. To some that may sound a bit conceited, but if you know me, you know confidence is not something I struggle with. Because I am… Amazing.

That’s not to say I’m amazing at everything. I’m not.

I don’t know how to sew; you should see my hems. I can’t seem to keep plants alive, at least if I’m the one watering them, or planting them. I’ve never learned how to use a table saw, even though Harbor Freight is one of my favorite places to frequent. And I definitely can’t get in the ring with Manny Pacquiao and make an impact statement. I don’t even bake very well. A boxed mix works just fine for me.

But the way I see it, all of these things are just fluff. You know, fluff. Like when you go to that chain store in the mall with your 8-year-old daughter to pick out the perfect stuffed animal. You go through the rows and rows of all of the cute little creatures, finding the perfect one. You put a little red heart inside and then shove it on to a reverse vacuum and watch it fill it with… fluff.

That’s a hard reality in dating. We become the fluff. We aspire to have the perfect body, the perfect attitude, the perfect job, the perfect home, the perfect children… I can keep going…

And when we don’t, we try to dress it up… We wear the perfect clothes, the perfect shoes, have the perfect make up, the perfect hair, the perfect whitening gel…

We resort to the fluff. Things about ourselves that we are proud of (and should be) that can create a soft cushion for those we spend time with. And we hide those things we are not so proud of… the flat spot in the fluff.

But what makes you, you? What really makes you amazing?

Like in that chain store, I think that the most amazing part about us all, is that little red heart that was placed inside before all of the fluff. A symbol of love, of life.

It’s there. In all of us. And amidst all the fluff, there IS something amazing. There is an amazing human, with an amazing heart. It may be hidden deep inside, and some people may not even know it’s there. But when it is made known, the fluff just seems to become… yeah….

Perfect is not so perfect. It’s a front. And I have learned it’s a lot more rewarding to be real than it is to try and build-a-babe.

So I will just be me. Perfection and flaws all in one. And you… just be you. Be amazing. Join the club!