It's Okay for Me to Talk About My Imperfections

I'm a girl with an odd sense of humor.  I can be dry and sarcastic, with dark undertones and it usually takes a certain kind of person to get my jokes.  I'll also go for a laugh at the expense of others, all in good fun of course, with myself not being excluded from that. 

Lately however, it seems that if you dare make a disparaging remark about yourself, even in jest, you are scorned and laid into without abandon.  Which in my humble opinion, is just plain stupid.

Let's get one thing straight, body positivity and loving yourself, warts and all, is definitely a must.

As someone that has suffered from low self-esteem to the extreme, I am proud of the fact that I am fairly secure in who I am as a person.  Both physically and personality wise.  It has taken years for me to gain the self-confidence I do have, even if it waivers from time to time.

But that doesn't mean I'm blind to my imperfections.  Nobody is perfect, that's the way it is.  I'm realistic and I know what I need to work on, what I'm content with, and all the little bits in-between.

So if I make a joke about the fact that my tummy looks like I'm five months pregnant after eating just a bit too much at Chipotle, or that my thighs are the reasons it's thundering so loudly outside, it's okay to fucking laugh.  Because you see the thing is, I have a relationship with myself much the way I have relationships in my everyday life:

If I pick on you, I like you.

Therefore, if I'm picking on that little bit of tubbiness that is present on my rear end or the bat wings I have on my arm, it is only because I love myself enough, and am confident enough, to make fun of myself and my imperfections. 

I don't need you to tell me that I'm being silly, or that there is nothing wrong with me.  I'm not fishing for compliments, so you don't need to tell me how beautiful I am.  Reserve that for the times that I spent three hours making my hair and makeup perfect and spent $200 on a new dress.

I am, however, fishing for a laugh, so if I make a joke (and it's funny, which let's be honest here, most of my jokes totally are), fucking laugh at it.  And then be prepared for me to more than likely make fun of the weird way you laugh or the crazy way your hair sticks up in the back.

Being able to make fun of yourself and tease yourself isn't a sign of low self-esteem or that I need reassurance.  On the contrary, it shows that I am a healthy, well-rounded woman, who is confident enough in her own skin and self-worth that I can tease about the trivial things.  I've earned that right, I fought hard for it.  So you can be damn sure I'm going to enjoy it.