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A public service announcement....

Just because I am pretty doesn't mean I am stupid.  Just because I smile doesn't mean my heart isn't broken. Just because I wear my heart on my sleeve doesn't mean I'm desperate!

It seems to be that I am taken as some stupid, pretty face who will believe lies and fall for any man who will have me.

It just so happens that for the first time in many, many years, I love who I am.  No, I don't love that I struggle financially because I was stupid. I don't love that I'm pretty sure my car is on the verge of blowing up but I can't afford to have it looked at.  I don't love that I am disorganized. I don't love that my attention span is basically nonexistent.  But I do love ME!

I can honestly say, I look at old photographs and can usually read the pain in my face. It's taken me 2 years to find me again.  I say this over and over and over on here, I know.  But it's true.  I'm no longer skinny, I've aged, I have a few wrinkles, but I am much happier now than I was when I was a skinny, awkward twenty-something.

I was told today that I put my feelings too much out there. That I wear my heart on my sleeve and that makes me seem desperate.  But I am not.  I like my alone time, but now that I've found the new and improved Barbie Girl, I'd like someone to share my time with.  That's me wanting to share my happy with someone, not being desperate.


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