Imperfections

A while back I cut my hair pretty short. I know for everybody else out there who is 'normal' my definition of short conflicts with theirs. But I cut a good 6 - 8 inches off of my long, flowing curly locks. And the worst part was, I did it because a guy wanted me to. I had my reservations, but I figured I'd jump the gun and just do it because I knew it'd make him happy.

I couldn't have regretted it more.

It is only now that my hair has reached Rapunzel status once again. While I will not give a time period as I do not wish to revisit that time, let me just say it's been a long darned while. In a few swift snips I altered my appearance for months and months on end. And really, for what? To alter someone else's perception of my beauty? To cross off one of my imperfections off their list? What a mistake.

Some may disagree, but I'm really not one of those people that thinks they're it. Believe it or not, I know all my faults and even some you don't. I know that my eyebrows aren't identical, one is slightly higher than the other. My teeth are not perfectly straight, even one of the most visible has a slight chip taken out of it by a dog I had when I was younger. My hair is afro-esque on certain days, trust me..I can't keep it out of my face for all the frizz. My legs have so many broken blood vessels and veins I lost count a few years ago. I'm very aware of the fact that without just the right amount of concealer, I have dark circles under my eyes. My heels are cracked, my skin tone is uneven, my chin bulges like a gizzard, and my cuticles are forever overgrown.

I spend hours on end to try and conceal these imperfections from the rest of the world. All the while, having to withhold a little bit more of the realness that begs to escape that is Kade. What I long for at the end of the day, is to be able to be completely uncovered and unhidden from the one who will know me best. I expect from the man who is truly man enough to love me, to embrace these imperfections and even love them because they're part of me. After all, that's what I'd do for him.