Je Tiens à mon Imperfection Comme à ma Raison d'être

After a week in Paris with Charlotte I came home with thousands of pictures. Stunning, hilarious and embarrassing pictures. We were constantly photographing each other, the city, the places we went and the food we ate, and in the process we captured a lot of sweet and funny moments. Those are the pictures that will make you remember everything about what you talked about, how you felt and the mood you were in. The perfect shots doesn't really speak that loud. The imperfect in-between pictures does.

Like Charlotte with her face buried in a tea cup on a slightly hungover morning, or her hilarious expression on Champs-Élysées in pouring rain.

cuteness, filled with memories!

OMG, does my shirt have deodorant stains? Can you see it in the pictures?

F**k!

Feeling so damn self conscious when being photographed and it's impossible to hide it.

Okay, shake it off..

Literally!

much better!

Okay, does it look better with my hair up? No?

Oh, it looks like a little bird's nest. Great!
 

Charlotte had something in her eye 10 times that day.
Still looking super pretty while dealing with it like a boss!

Why do I have my eyes closed in a third of all the pictures Charlotte took of me?

at least my hair is behaving quite well in this one.

Recently engaged, and set on getting perfect shots with the glorious ring in it.
How does it look in the pictures, does it look its prettiest from this angle, is in on right?

It's just perfect. Like you, Charlotte. PERFECTLY imperfect and wonderful!

Becoming friends with someone reminds me a lot about dating. You are getting to know each other, finding out what you have in common, where you disagree, what kind of values the other person has and discover little things about them that you adore. But you are also incredibly conscious about how you appear, and you want to be the very best version of yourself. It's not so much about perfection, as it is about wanting to be loved, and letting your guard down and be real, ridiculous and honest is scary. Period.

Spending this week in Paris with Charlotte was wonderful and challenging in so many ways. She is one of my favourite people, and it was wonderful to have this experience together. You get really close when you travel like this, and even though we know each other quite well by now, I found it really hard to let her see all the irrational fears and imperfect sides of me. At the same time I can't remember when I last laughed as hard as I did on this trip with her, and the happiness of feeling that we really took a great step together in our friendship. We have seen so many new sides of each other and I can only say that I like her more now than ever, even though the thought of her having experienced me at my worst still makes me cringe. Her sister calls this growing pains and I couldn't feel more at home in that expression.

“Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring” - Marilyn Monroe

Right?