Imperfections

For the last two summers or so, I have been getting two weird sun-spots on my cheeks, kind of close to my nose. They come out at about the same time as the few freckles I have; just when I start to get a little tan...

The sun-spots used to bother me a little. They look slightly odd; plus they are evidence that my skin is a damaged (Actually, I blame Australia. I swear the one year there aged me about five. Damnation.). So, I use sunscreen more consistently now and try to make these skin flaws appear less obvious.

A few days ago at work, when applying some make-up and examining my skin more closely, I thought: Hell, who really gives a rat's ass. So I do have some damage. I have sun-spots and scars and freckles and moles.
I'm not perfect. I'm not unblemished.

A colleague/friend of mine gets blotchy, redish skin when she's upset or agitated. I love that. And I love that I know this about her. It's part of her and what makes her special.

I feel like people spend too much time trying to hide these small flaws; Flaws of both physical and psychological nature...

Keeping up appearances and a perfect image of oneself is too darn exhausting and a waste of time.

I'm still going to use sunscreen, I guess, but I won't be worrying too much anymore...I have flaws, wrinkles, and scars, and I won't be afraid to get some more...

Here's to imperfections!