We Are the Normal Ones: Memoirs of a Fallen Human

In Some Sort of Way

I read this excerpt... I don't even know if it's an excerpt. Just a jumbled section of carefully chosen words to make a ideation of a thought come together to make a cohesive haiku of a sort (eh, whatever). But I liked it and I wanted to try it out for myself. Try listing my kind of beautiful.

I'm not the kind of girl that you look at and instantly think she's gorgeous. Obviously.  No, my beauty takes some time to unveil. My scars are obvious and I don't try to hide them. I'm the kind of beauty where I can enjoy some time on my own. Catching a movie or eating at a restaurant alone. I enjoy the company of myself. I'm the kind of beautiful where I try laugh without hiding my smile full of charm and crooked teeth. I also laugh when it's not appropriate to. But I'm working on that. I put my pillows together on my bed in a way that it feels like someone is sleeping with me, hugging me from behind. Somehow it comforts me when I'm sad. I hand-make mostly every gift because I can never afford to buy people nice things like I want. I never fill up my gas tank until I'm below on E. I don't know why I do that. I tend to jump into adventures without thinking the whole situation through. I put ones in uncomfortable situations, both on accident and on purpose. I sing all the time but I don't like karaoke. However, my friends really enjoy it, so I do it in order to see them happy. I like when they are happy. I go on strike when I feel my family doesn't appreciate me. But I'll do anything they ask me to do. Because I love them. I do. Sometimes. I'm the kind of beautiful that openly talks about her digestive problems unapologetically. I'm the kind of beautiful that reflects sunlight while staying in the shadows. I dance a lot. All the time. For no reason. But also because I see my food coming at the restaurant. My room is never clean but I hate when my car is messy. I'm a mystical contradiction of depression and mania. I love ice cream. But only soft served. I don't usually make sense but some people tell me I'm wise. I relapse a lot and I disappoint myself. I don't pray as much as I should. But I study my bible a lot. I'm imbalanced. In every possible way. But I'm beautiful.

In my own kind of way.