Beautiful

This is an old post I wrote back in 2012 (which I now realize was 3 years ago).  I figured I would start off my new blog by posting this (I have slightly edited it to fit me better).  I have two other blogs but I no longer use them.  Here's to a new blog.  Cheers!

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Sometimes my breath might smell bad.  I might fart a lot, and my hair isn't perfect.  My burps are louder than most peoples'.  I have big feet and my underarms aren't the prettiest.  I have really thick legs and I'm a little overweight.  I'm not a size 0 or a size small; in fact, I'm a large.  My teeth aren't the whitest, my stomach isn't flat, and my ears are shaped oddly.  I sweat a lot, even if it's not super hot (there's this thing called heat intolerance, which is awful).  I'm definitely not the most classy of ladies out there. I have Bipolar, anxiety, and chronic asthma, and when I swim water goes up my nose (no matter how hard I try to stop it).  I brush my teeth in the shower because I make too much of a mess otherwise.  I have to pee far too often, and I have a jealousy issue.  I'm not the best musician, nor am I the best artist.  I'm overly sensitive, and act like I'm ten sometimes.  I get nervous and shaky at certain times.  I don't shave every day, and I don't follow the trends.  I'm not "hip" or cool, and I don't wake up early everyday to do my hair and makeup.  I don't use any product in my hair except shampoo and conditioner.  I'm too silly at serious times, and I screw things up in ways I never imagined were possible.  I don't smoke weed or drink alcohol.

That's who I am. I'm Jennifer Pamela Mitzman, and I'm far from perfect.

I may be ashamed about these traits, but y'know what?  At least I am who I am.  I try damn hard just to get through and assure myself that I'm pretty at the end of the day.

Well y'know what society? Fuck you.

I'm beautiful without your consent.