I'm tired of feeling obligated to be perfect. I'm human, not perfect.
I was never that girl that was sweet and innocent; I'm never going to be that girl.
I am never going to be the woman that stays at home to be a cute little housewife. That's not how I roll.
I am never going to be the wife without a few tattoos. I'm not going to be the wife that "keeps sweet."
I won't sit at home while my husband works. I won't sit there waiting for him to come home after "staying late at the office."
I will be the girl that's always loud and obnoxious and runs around like a crazy person.
I will be the woman that does what she wants because I'm done caring about people's opinions.
My husband will have to deal with a few tattoos, piercings, and crazy and short hair.
I will work harder than my husband will ever dream of working, and I will do it better because that's who I am.
I'm free. I do whatever I want when I want, and I'm tired of people telling me I won't.
...now that was liberating.
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