My what a belly button you have.

Today is Valentine's Day. I'll spend this one the way I've spent all of them: with decided in-observance, like I've always done with Canada Day. February 14th just doesn't  really mean anything to me. Not that I don't believe in love (or Canada, I'm fairly confident it exists). Really, it's nothing so cynical as all that. But I'm not in it right now, just like I don't really care when Canada gained it's independence. But I guess it does make me think about what that love thing is anyways. And I've decided,

I think we're all just looking for someone to tell us we're fine the way we are. Which makes me wonder, shouldn't we be doing that anyways? I feel like people should know that they don't have to be anything, or do anything special to be worthy of someone's love or approval. Well if no one else will say it, I will.

You are absolutely fine the way you are. You are not too fat or too tall. Your nose looks exactly like a nose which is exactly what it's supposed to look like. Innies are just as good as outies and vice-versa. No one is looking as closely at the peach fuzz above your lip as you are and you are the only one who thinks your ears are crooked. As far as personality goes, well lets face it, we're all a little crazy.

Happy Valentine's Day. xoxo