I strongly believe that every author, whether he or she writes articles or novels, leaves a piece of themselves in their writing. I personally love to write about the things I hold near and dear to my heart. Giving my opinions on the arts, or an inside look at life at Troy University, are common themes of mine. I like to write about things I am good at, things that play significant, positive roles in my life. But what about the things I am not good at? What about those flaws?

I am a flawed person. We all have things that force us from being perfect. It is a way of life. In order to put a piece of myself into this world, a fraction of myself that could make a difference, I have to accept where I fail. Once I can accept them, I can share my experiences. As small as I may seem on the grand scale of life on this earth, accepting and putting my faults out for the world to see may inspire others to do the same.

I am flawed.

I am about five foot, four inches tall. An average sized body covered with very pale skin, because I don't venture out into the sun much. However, my melanin levels are imperfect, and in return, I am covered in freckles. My brown hair isn't its natural shade of brown, except where my roots have begun to show. I don't always like the way I look, yet I don't go to the gym every day. In fact, it has been about four weeks since I walked to the gym and made myself run a mile and lift some weights. I am aware that I don't always eat or drink as much as I should on a daily basis, but it is something I've been working on for a long time.

I have a good personality for an introvert. Don't get me wrong, being an introvert isn't bad. Being an introvert who is extremely pessimistic is. I get sad easily and have bad days a lot. Talking about my feelings is something I resent. If being hard on yourself was a sport, I would probably have a gold metal. I keep myself too busy, so I can try and not be sad though it doesn't always work. I feel like I want to cry a lot, especially when I take on too much. Taking it one day at a time is hard for me because I look too far into the future. I get overwhelmed and lose motivation in the process.

I am imperfect.

I think too much, and look into things more than I should. A simple mistake or miscommunication on a friend's part may become a crumbling world to me. I hold grudges sometimes, and I hate being wrong and admitting it. Pretending like I don't care what people think about me is easy, though I really do. Though, I do admit I can be quick to judge others.

I don't have the confidence in myself that I should, especially because I am an actor. Actors put themselves out on the line to be criticized every day, and how can that work when I obviously don't believe in myself. We are told that girls are indecisive, I am exactly that. I procrastinate on a lot of things, like doing my laundry and writing essays. Instead, I like to lay in bed and watch movies. I should read more, be more curious of the world around me.

I get attached to people, but not easily. I am too attached to my cats. I don't like people too much unless you've taken the time to get to know me. I feel like I am a burden on others, which sounds absolutely absurd, but it's true. I play the music in my car so loud that when I put down the windows and sing along I forget that I can be stuck driving 900 miles home. I am my mother, though, even if that isn't a flaw, it's a fact.

My relationship with God isn't all that it should be. I don't take the time every day to read my Bible, though I know I should. I don't find peace with myself painlessly. I don't always like myself, which is especially hard when I get lonely. Except I know I'm not ever alone because I have my guardian angels in heaven and my God watching over me all the time. That's the beauty of God, is that no matter what, he loves me and every inadequacy that makes up my being.

My name is Katelyn, and my flaws are right here for you to see. I face them every good and bad day. My imperfections will help me discover who I am, what I am meant to do, and how I am to live my life.

In the end, my flaws are blessings, because who would I be without them?