I realized

I am not perfect, and never ever will be.

I am not a perfect girl. 

My hair doesn't always stay in place. I spill a lot of things and I am pretty clumsy. 

I don't pay attention when people are talking to me sometimes. I tend to yell when things aren't my way.

I sometimes over exaggerate to make my life sound interesting. I dress different than most girls.

I failed Algebra. I look like I have a disease without makeup on. I am not intelligent at all. I am a little TOO positive about any situation. 

I don't always point my toes and straighten my knees in ballet. I am not always following the crowd. I get lazy. I'm not naturally tan or blonde. I didn't ask to be 5"8. I break boys hearts. I think that I am an exception to all the rules. I eat junk a lot.

I forget everything. I get acne. I have headaches from drama that I have to deal with.

I don't always speak proper language. I forget that I am that "mormon girl" sometimes.

I'm not 80 pounds and I am not gorgeous. I don't have a body like Jessica Alba. 

But I take a look at my life and I realize that I kind of like being imperfect and I love my flaws, because it makes me real, 

Hopefully this is what the "girl of his dreams" is like.....real.