Freckles and all

I recently added a board to my Pinterest account called “Wish List.” I thought it would be a good place for me to pin items that I actually hope to own one day, but I quickly realized that everything I pin and repin should technically go on this board.

I will never own a three-story home in the Hamptons, but some days I wish I did.

I will never fit into lime-green skinny jeans, but some days I wish I did.

I will never spend six hours making a Peanut Butter Cup Chocolate Cheesecake, but some days (the days when I’m not dreaming about fitting into the skinny jeans) I wish I could.

While I absolutely adore Pinterest, I also recognize that sometimes I can get too caught up in wishing. There’s nothing wrong with dreaming and desiring, but sometimes I have to bring myself back to my cereal-eating, shared-bathroom, single-girl life. And I have to remind myself that what I have and (hopefully) who I am is good, too.

A particular song by Natasha Bedingfield, “Freckles,” has been especially helpful in pulling me out of my Pinterest-induced funks.

So, go ahead. Make a monogrammed mini cake, and put your hair up in a sock bun, but don’t get down on yourself when the fondant falls apart or the sock won’t stay in place. Your “little imperfections make you beautiful, lovable (and) valuable.”

Don’t “waste a second not loving who you are.”

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/05062018411671336899 Izzy

    Great song, Em! An, as an unbiased aunt, I want you to know you are beautiful, lovable, and valuable.