Letting go of perfection.

It’s amazing what kinds of twists and turns your life can take when you open yourself up to the very real possibility that you are — and never will be — perfect.

That doorway seems to open more than once for us, but I believe it’s when you actually step through it that you’re left with an epiphany that, basically you don’t have to give much of a fuck anymore. About anything, really.

You crazy fools. Let your belly flop out. Who cares if your hair is messy? So what if you have body odor?

*Okay the last one was a joke. People totally care.*