Tag: Perfect

  • We Need A World Full Of Genuine Amazing Women

    I’M NOT PERFECT

    God only knows that is true.

    I say the wrong things, often.

    I make the wrong choices, daily.

    I overlook life’s important things sometimes and become bogged down in the shallow end.

    I occasionally judge others with the harshness I view myself. And that is wrong.

    I am most definitely not perfect.

    I am not a perfect partner, daughter, colleague, friend, parent or lover.

    Some days, it is all I can do to keep swimming, to stay afloat.

    Other days I feel like I could take on the world and win.

    But mostly, I lumber through the days blindly, hoping for the best.

    I may not be perfect, my friends.

    But you know what I definitely am?

    I am myself.

    I am genuine.

    I am kind.

    I am true.

    I am human.

    I am trying to be better.

    Every day.

    And perfection may continue to elude me for evermore, but it really doesn’t matter.

    In fact, perfection may well be a myth.

    For I have never seen it.

    So, don’t judge my imperfection please, unless you have reached that sacred place already.

    Instead, why not join me here in the real world.

    A world full of genuine, ‘normal’, amazing women – getting it wrong every day… and being wonderfully imperfect.

    Credit: ladiepassiton

  • I Never Let My Kids Eat Processed Foods

    “ I Never Let my Kids eat processed Foods”

    Oh Piss off Paula you lying Bastard! After a week of 3 School Runs a day, plus the ‘I forgot my banana on the stairs Mum!!’ re run before you eventually turn up for Work, looking like something a Fucking Cat Dragged in, you reach for those Chicken Twatting Nuggets, Chips and Beans on a Friday Night like we all do!

    “ My Kids are in bed by 7pm every Night”

    Really Susan?? REALLY?? Because my little C**ts were swinging from the Curtains like Fucking Spider Monkeys every night last week until 8:30pm when they eventually shut the fuck up and went to sleep. Fuck off Susan ya lying twunt and put your Piriton Syringe away ya cheating fuck stick!

    “My kids are only allowed their Tablets for 20 Minutes a Day”

    Barbara you’re a lying Bastard! We all tell them to ‘watch a film’ whilst we clean our Shit hole houses, then before we know it they’re neck deep and 2 hours into some screaming little twat on YouTube, watching them play an Xbox game that they Fucking own themselves, but noooooo, its more fun watching some snotty bratty bastard playing it!!

    “Mine aren’t allowed treats in between meals, they have Fruit”

    Carol you bullshitting Arse Goblin!! I left the room for 5 Minutes last week and this happened 👇🏻👇🏻👇🏻

    A fuck Tonne of Milk! A whole Tray of Biscuits. Both ipads and Massive happy faces!!!

    Like fuck i was taking it off them. I was proud of their teamwork !! They’re Children. They should be allowed Chicken Nuggets for Tea every now and then. It’s ok if they have a Late night here and there, or an ipad game/film for longer than 20 Minutes so we can maybe, just maybe wash our Fucking hair alone without Our Gremlins trashing the bathroom like a pair of Wild Bastard Seals!!

    Mums You’re doing just fine! Make the Fucking Nuggets. Utilise the ipads so you can maybe hear the voices in your head again 🤪 . Let them knacker themselves out playing TMNT upstairs on the C**ting Curtains until they flake out, and let them have a treat, Let them steal the cookies from the cupboard and let them be Fucking proud of it!

    i know i am 😊

    Full credit goes to:

    Leigh Anne Smith

  • Winnie The Pooh On Depression-Perfect Read

    It occurred to Pooh 🐻 and Piglet 🐷 that they hadn’t heard from Eeyore for several days, so they put on their hats 🎩 and coats 🧥 and trotted across the Hundred Acre Wood🌲 to Eeyore’s stick house. Inside the house was Eeyore.

    “Hello Eeyore,” said Pooh.

    “Hello Pooh. 🐻 Hello Piglet 🐷” said Eeyore, in a Glum Sounding Voice

    “We just thought we’d check in on you,” said Piglet, “because we hadn’t heard from you, and so we wanted to know if you were okay.”

    Eeyore was silent for a moment. “Am I okay?” he asked, eventually. “Well, I don’t know, to be honest. Are any of us really okay? That’s what I ask myself. All I can tell you, Pooh and Piglet, is that right now I feel really rather Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All.

    Which is why I haven’t bothered you. Because you wouldn’t want to waste your time hanging out with someone who is Sad, and Alone, and Not Much Fun To Be Around At All, would you now.”

    Pooh looked and Piglet, and Piglet looked at Pooh, and they both sat down, one on either side of Eeyore in his stick house.

    Eeyore looked at them in surprise. “What are you doing?”

    “We’re sitting here with you,” said Pooh, “because we are your friends. And true friends don’t care if someone is feeling Sad, or Alone, or Not Much Fun To Be Around At All. True friends are there for you anyway. And so here we are.” 💜💚

    “Oh,” said Eeyore. “Oh.” And the three of them sat there in silence, and while Pooh and Piglet said nothing at all; somehow, almost imperceptibly, Eeyore started to feel a very tiny little bit better.

    Because Pooh and Piglet were There.

    No more; no less.

    A.A.Milne