This morning as I was getting ready I noticed my wrinkles.  I pay pretty good money for an eye cream that promises to eliminate my laugh lines.  I strive to smooth them so that I might have younger looking skin.  It doesn’t work but kudos to them for tricking me into buying it.  Then I thought, should I really be working so hard to try to hide these laugh lines?  They mean I smile a lot, isn’t that a good thing?

Maybe instead of being embarrassed of them I should be proud.  Proud that I laugh and smile a lot.  Proud that I can find the humor in most situations.  Proud that I can make people smile with my nonsensical style of speaking.  This society teaches us that it is bad to have flaws and we need to strive for perfection.   I don’t want to be perfect, I want to be me.

Well society, too bad, I have laugh lines and I consider them a badge of honor.  I’m proud of my battle scars because a smile is a gift.  If I will be physically “scarred” by giving everyone I see a smile, then so be it.  Life is too short and I’m just going to keep on smiling.