Occasionally I do read over some of the posts on Lovelyish, Mancouch, sometimes even Ireallylikefood (that one always gets me when I’m hungry).   One thing I see a lot on Lovelyish are posts about who’s pretty, who’s not. Who’s skanky, who’s classy. And all that stuff.  You know?

Perhaps I’m opening myself to controversy, but…I don’t particularly think anyone is ugly, skanky, fat, skinny, or whatever. 

I think sometimes people forget to just watch people.  Maybe, even as they just walk down the street, and I don’t mean just a casual glance.

No one is perfect, that’s true. And it really is the imperfections that make us amazing. I see each person as abstract, a work of priceless art.  No one trait that a certain person may have will carry over to another.  It’s this fact that makes each person so precious and flawlessly beautiful.

I think that, sometimes, everyone just overlooks each other, but that’s just my personal view.  My one quirky trait is my view on things.  And no one else thinks the same way as I do. But that’s the beauty of it.  Let me ask you this, lovelies:

Say you wanted something, whatever it may be: Fame, youth, fortune.  Say you had it all, and you were the most amazing thing on earth.  Would that necessarily make you happy?  I’d imagine fame would be very stressful, and lonely.  I’d imagine being forever young would come at a terrible price…while you stayed young, all your loved ones would die.  Fortune, that could be even worse than the previous two. When people have money and power, often times they become arrogant, isolated…cold.

So, next time you walk down the street, or even just glance through a magazine at a celebrity or a model.  Remember this: You are flawed.  Your flaws make you breathlessly beautiful, you are a precious person that makes up our world.