I love organic everything and natural everything and never came across a vegetable I didn’t like. But I also adore french fries and hot wings and can’t imagine my life without a saltshaker.

I love reading words that are spun together with time, talent, and genius. But I also read every silly fashion magazine I can get my hands on, from In Style to Allure to US.

I love working hard and delivering the best product I possibly can — better than anything that was expected. But I also find myself easily distracted, and prone to second-guessing my understanding of what I am supposed to do… then wondering if I’ll ever actually get it right.

I love beautiful fabrics and beautiful lines, and wish I were as elegant as Sophia Loren or Audrey Hepburn or Grace Kelly. But I also prefer life in flip flops, and sport $3 rings more often than not.

I love seeing people enjoy the successes they’ve worked so hard for… even those that just landed in their laps. But I also find myself wondering why similar choices in my life don’t yield similar results.

I love communicating well and listening well and making a connection that will last. But I also have a tendency to rant and nag and push and remember old grievances.

I love being in love and doing everything it takes to make that work. But I also struggle with jealousy, and worry that things will work out — i.e. not work out — the way they have so many times in the past.

I love celebrating unique beauty and all the diverse shapes we inhabit as we walk this earth. But I also wonder if people look at me and think I’m impossibly large and ugly.

I love making my parents happy and being 100% the person they expect me to be. But I also make choices with abandon that I know disappoint them.

I love being my best. But I am well aware that there is much of my worst that shows up when I wish it wouldn’t.

So many contradictions for one person.

But that’s me.