Because I'm real, I embrace that I have weaknesses; everyone does. I embrace the fact that my body is not perfect; because nobody’s is. I embrace that I have things I can’t control; we all have a list of them. I keep it real. One of life's ironies is that the more honest and real you are; the more others try to discredit you as a fake (Zeph 3:19). I am me - and I don't need someone to pat my ego to remind me of who I am to make me feel better. I love life.