I saw a picture today of Rpatz. (aka Edward Cullen) No, I’m not obsessed, but stay with me here.
It was a close up from the Oscars. So I decided to study the picture and see why he is one of People’s 100 most beautiful people, and more importantly, why I think he is so darn sexy.
So, I looked, covered up his hair (which I LOVE, I *heart* greasy guys) his chin, his eyes…then I believe, I found it. He is crooked. Nose, chin, smile, teeth…crooked. He’s *gasp* not perfect!
My dear friend Kelley, once told me she loved crooked teeth. Straight, and perfect teeth were boring to her. I, on the other hand, adore a mouth full of horsey, white, straight teeth.
But it all boils down too, what makes someone…crooked…is what makes them beautiful. I tire of seeing perfection. I want imperfection, individuality. What David and I loved about London is people wore whatever they wanted. They also wore what fit them properly, but it was the most random array of clothing and accessories. There is no “style” in London, it is individuality. So no one looked each other over, stared or giggled, it was the opposite. Props and nods were given in respect to their choices for the day.
I love that, want that and am proud of the fact that I am crooked. Spaced teeth, too close, dark circled, deep set eyes. Large arms, legs and well, they whole of me! I am crooked and I wear what I want and want my kids to be proud of being crooked too. Beauty is crooked.