I’d have a tan all year ’round.  And no eczema.

I’d wear a size 4 pants.

I’d love exercising and be training for a marathon.

I would hate cheese.  And cream.  And chocolate.

I would be a beautiful dancer.

I would have beautiful, natural fingernails instead of the crooked growing mess I have on my hands.

My house would be sparkling clean all the time.

I would throw caution to the wind, quit my job and try out for American Idol or a Broadway musical.  (Maybe both.)

I would be less easily offended.

I’d say exactly what was on my mind to idiotic people.

I take that last one back.  I’d say exactly what was on my mind to everyone.

I would have unending patience.

I’d find a way to tell today to f-off, give it the finger and transport myself to tomorrow.  Because, you see, tomorrow is going to be a better day.  It’s going to be a beautiful, sunny, amazing day.  A day where I remember that as I have grown, I’ve become a pretty amazing girl.  Because I am the kind of girl who

Has great taste in shoes.

Was blessed with beautiful, thick, straight hair that looks good long.  And as much as I long for curls, I wouldn’t trade it.

Is learning to love exercise and am loving the way I’m feeling now that I’m doing it consistently.

Has a totally awesome job.

Lives in a beautiful, comfortable home.

Won’t ever have suntan wrinkle-leather skin.

Has Marilyn Monroe-esque curves, and is proud of them.

Learned how to cook and eat healthy and still like my food.

Still occasionally eats junk food and loves it.

Married an amazing man who will always take care of me and love me, not matter how many times I  am awful to him.

Has an amazing mother who taught me to take responsibility for my actions.

Has a brilliant father who always told me I could be whatever I wanted.  And I still believe him.

Has awe inspiring siblings.

Gets to call the most amazing, hilarious women in the world my best friends.

Has empathy and understanding for others.

Cares immensely.

Loves deeply.

Sometimes it helps to take a break from my crazy day and remember that no matter what kind of girl I wish I could be some days . . . no matter how badly I stumble in my quest to be a better person, I actually like who I have become as I’ve grown up.  There was a time where I was the kind of girl who couldn’t find anything about herself to like.  I’m glad she’s gone.  I like the girl who took her place.  She’s someone to be proud of.

What about you?  What qualities about yourself are you proud of?