Photodiary ready go!
Portuguese study sessions. Runningrunningrunning. Ivie's juice bar. ACAI!? WHAT? IT EXISTS IN PROVO #braziltakemeback. Secret old book shops. Random heater issues. Sunday's are the Special days. More running in the barren provo landscape, Design classes #goldenratio, and missin' these lil crazies.
Genuine people.
It doesn't matter if they've inherited a yacht or are struggling to pay this months rent... They aren't embarrassed to share what they've screwed up on or to be opinionated in front of the haters"... It doesn't matter how many friends and star-crossed lovers they've have had or how many people adore them... It doesn't matter how many trophies line their mahogany shelf or how many times they have red the old testament... It doesn't matter if they can dunk like a pro, or street fight like Po, or breakdance like MJ, or even weave like and elderly lady ...
They are who they are, and they are fine with that.
When someone loves you, they commit to love all of you. The whole package. Your dreams desires, your flaws and shortcomings. They commit to be there when you are angry and short-tempered, and when you are lonely and broken.
So then... Why it it so hard for us to be okay with ourselves?
Why is it hard to look at us and say. "Yo self. I know you got problems. But das okay. People can help, and I'll help. I gotcho back. I love you, self!" And then dish a nice back pat on your own shoulder. Instead we look and think... "Yo self. I know you got problems. But das NOT okay. Look at dem other folk. Look how good dey are. Man you gotta step it up! Faster, Stronger, Better, Smarter, More like a ninja warrior... But If you can't, that's okay... we can still fool the world into thinking you are...and maybe one day when you are all of those things, I'll love you."
PEOPLE. Get real. Please. Be yourself. Dress the way you like to. Say what you think... (I would add as long as it is not detrimental or disrespectful) Do what you love. Love what you do. Recognize you are not perfect, and that is Ay-okay. The world is meant to be refreshing. It's meant to be full of imperfect people.
