Imperfections of A Woman
By: Bindi Binnington
Tags: Short Story, Body Positive, Women, Humanity, Self Love

I am sure you can guess I live in the middle of nowhere. Seriously a small town in the middle of nowhere. It’s pretty peaceful tho so I am ok with it. If I get the need or hankering per se to go out and do things and be young wild and carefree well the city is a little over an hour’s drive from me. The city it’s a well-known city I think? How many of you you are familiar with St.Louis? Another bit of info about me right there. Yes, I live close to St.Louis.

enough about all of that tho. Tonight I want to share a small story of something that happened to me the other day. So the other day after work I went to see one of my best friends. One of those with a bazillion kids lol. Not actually tho she has 4 kids. She recently had her 4th child to which is her last child as well. With that being said she is also crazy but aren’t we all just a little bit crazy? Anyways her crazy is so many things but this one thing she will not take the baby out in public. So before I left work I made sure to ask if she needed me to grab anything for her. Her request was simple a cherry Pepsi. This leads to a small story. Are you ready for this story? Ok, I guess I can tell you.

Here I am at the fast lane around the corner from my friend’s house. It’s after work so my hair was up in a very very messy and crooked bun, worn down makeup, and baggy tired eyes. I was wearing a very nice black dress with some cute black flats to match. So I go into the gas station which for this time of day it’s pretty busy. Two lines were forming down the small isles waiting for the cashiers. It was so busy they had all 4 registers open and running whereas normally it would be just 2 open. So I quickly grab my sodas for my friend and get into one of the two formed lines. Finally, I hear the “I can help whoever is next” so I move fast before someone from the other line takes my place. As my cashier rings everything up she looks up at me and says “ can I say something without you thinking I am being a creeper?”. At this point, my face answered that question for me but she still went with it. This cashier she was young I would say around 18–20, and she was the girl next door kind of beautiful. So this you girl says to me “ you are gorgeous!” she flashes her perfect smile at me as I am looking at her puzzled. I thanked her for that wonderful comment paid for my items and went to my car.

I sat in my car thinking to myself this girl is on drugs. She has to be on drugs she just told me I am gorgeous. Its either drugs or she is just bat shit crazy one of the two. You are all reading this thinking one of two things option A: you are agreeing with me, or option B: you are wondering why I wouldn’t just believe her. At this point, I am wondering that myself. Why was it so hard for me to believe that someone sees beauty in me? Why did I assume something was wrong with her for thinking I was beautiful? Why is it so hard for us women to look at ourselves every single day and every single moment of that day and think wow I am beautiful? Rarely do I look at myself and think damn I am so beautiful. I do sometimes but more often than not I see my imperfections.

Thanks to this girl I have successfully made it thro the rest of this week (5 days) without ripping into myself. I have looked into the mirror every day and said to myself you are so fucking beautiful. Sometimes you just need a random gas station cashier to remind you just how wonderful you are. In this world it is all too easy to forget yourself and lose pieces of yourself. She found a piece I was missing and gave it back to me! Well, that’s all for today.

-Girl in the Middle of Nowhere