Authenticity

 What happened to big round noses? And cellulite?

Why does every strand of hair on my legs need to be stripped before I can lay with you?


What happened to messy ponytails and microwaveable pizza?


Why can’t I bask in your love without first watching countless hours of makeup and hair tutorials to look like an Instagram model?


I want to indulge in the sweat under your arms, and the burnt “just because” cookies that you made for me.


When did the world get so shallow? 


When has it not been okay for someone to make a mistake?


I crave....


I crave a friend who’s not perfect.

A soulmate with a bit of soul....


I crave the attention of someone who’s not just looking for mediocrity. You know? Someone who doesn’t just take photos to show the world that we have the latest designer wear.


I crave someone who can really speak to me and accept me for my flaws.


I’m not looking for a social media life.


I’m looking for someone who is going to find purpose in me and all that I come with.


I’m the kind of girl that likes to stay in her pjs on Sundays and watch drama TV.


The girl who’s hair frizzes when it rains or even when there’s the slightest bit of humidity. 


The girl who freezes up when she’s the center of attention in a room full of people.


I want someone to crave the authenticity of ME.


Loves me for all my imperfections and kisses them with endearment.


I’m draining in this web of implausible happiness.


And I just want it to end.


I want the fabrication to retire and the real love to commence.


Because that is authentic.

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