Flawless Need Not Apply

I've always rooted for the underdog. Felt a connection with the broken or chipped and imperfect. Found the most beauty in that which has the most flaws. The creases on someone's face tell stories she doesn't have to speak. The tears falling from her eyes or the tears she won't let you see. A scar, whether it be physical or on the heart, can be everything that a person truly is, or shaped the very person they've become. Awkwardness and vulnerability is honest and revealing, and simply breathtaking in my eyes.

I have been so blessed to be surrounded with the most lovely and finest of friends of all shapes and colors and sizes. The ones that click instantly and feel like sisters from the very first moment. The ones you wonder where they've been all your life. The ones that are there to batten down your hatches when the winds come. The ones that you have out of survival, ones you may have never connected with but you go through a moment in time together that forever seals your hearts. The friends that have been with you throughout life and all the changes and downs and ups and ups and downs and just weave in and out right along with you. And the ones you've yet to meet but will forever change your life.

My friends- they have quirks. They struggle to get into their Spanx and don't always know the right words to say. They mess up. They bring you celery. They do so many things right. They are not perfect. And oh my goodness I love them more for that.