pretty, pretty please

here is my official apology and/or explanation for being the way that i am: i'm sorry, and i don't know why. it's just the way i am. the first verse and chorus of this song pretty much sums up my life. i had to edit it (i'm not quite as bad ass - yes, i just said ass - as pink), but the message is the same:

made a wrong turn once or twice
dug my way out, blood and fire
bad decisions, that's alright
welcome to my silly life
mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood
miss "no way, it's all good"
it didn't slow me down
mistaken, always second guessing, underestimated
look, i'm still around

pretty, pretty please
don't you ever, ever feel
like you're less than perfect
pretty, pretty please
if you ever, ever feel
like you're nothin
you are perfect to me

i have been made to feel less than perfect about seventeen times every day this week. here's what i have to say about that: thank you for making a bad week feel even worse. BUT i refuse to exchange God's truth for lies (romans 1:25), and i believe that i am fearfully and wonderfully made (psalm 139:14) in His image (genesis 1:26).

the end.