Imperfection at its Finest

     Francesca Battistelli said it best. "But perfection is my enemy." BINGO! Sixteen years old, hair of two different colors, constant breakouts, extra pounds, and imperfect teeth--paired with no desire for braces. My last report card was A+, A, A, B, B. I do my homework the day it's due...usually in the before. I wake up a half hour late EVERY single morning, rarely brush my hair, and wear flip-flops only in establishments in which shoes are required.

Like I said...Imperfection at its finest.

     I'm not perfect. I never claim to be. Sure there are extremely trashy people that make me feel good about myself. Hello...I'm human and I'm a teenage girl. It's just natural. But every time I make a mistake, I'm sent falling off my high horse with a SMACK into reality. I'm not perfect and I'm not better than anyone else. I know this. Just look at my profile picture, my teeth, my grades, my body, or my driving, and you'll know it too.

So what is this?
This blog is a record of all my imperfectitudes and courtneyisms.
And, after I die, it will become a bestseller.

JK

But we all have hopes and dreams.

And self-esteem.