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Perfectly Imperfect. That’s me.

I have a scar right in the middle of my scalp on top of my head. I have had it since I was a baby. My mom said I had cradle cap and I scratched it so much it scarred and no hair ever grew there. I made up stories about it when I was little because I got made fun of a lot at school. Now I don’t mind it, I actually like it. I also tell the truth about it now because “falling down the stairs and getting my hair ripped out by a piece of bubble gum” is a little far fetched…
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I have a chicken pox mark/scar right in the middle of my forehead from when my sister and I got in a fight because I gave her my chicken pox so she scratched my face.
I have a huge scar on my right knee from when I was learning how to ride a bike and I skid across my friends gravel driveway.
I have a few Acne scars on my face from picking because I don’t know when to stop. I still don’t sometimes.
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I always thought my fingers were fat so I never wore any rings except for my engagement and wedding ring. I am proud of those. Now I think I have normal size fingers but I still don’t wear any additional rings.
I have a mark on my neck. It’s a dark spot on my skin. It appeared when I was pregnant with my daughter and it never went away.  My old boss once asked me if I had a hickey, I wondered if that’s what everyone else thinks.  I don’t mind it.
I’m pretty sure one nostril is bigger than the other. I am also pretty sure I am the only person who knows this.
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I hated my legs. I think they are huge and until I had kids, I never wore shorts unless I was away on vacation. Now I wear shorts when it’s hot out and I don’t mind my legs to much except after the winter when they are so pale I am pretty sure the sun just reflects off them.
I have laugh lines and forehead lines, bags under my eyes and crows feet when I smile. That’s okay with me. You can always tell exactly what I am thinking by looking at my face. Sometimes that gets me in trouble, sometimes it’s hysterical, but all the time I am happy about that.
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I don’t know why it crossed my mind today that some of the things I used to be so embarrassed by about myself, I actually don’t mind them now. Maybe it’s me getting older, Maybe it’s because I gave birth to 2 babies and after that, I mean a lot of people saw a lot of me, so maybe the little things just don’t matter as much. Or maybe I am more grateful for my pretty healthy body as I get older and want to take better care of it so I appreciate it a lot more.  It just crossed my mind this morning when I looked in the mirror and I thought, “Not to bad. You’re alright!”
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What about you? Is there anything that you use to be so embarrassed about and as you get older, you like it?