I would rather be chubby and happy than deal with the mood swings that come with diet pills, skipping meals and being completely obsessed with the way I look.
I would rather spend time looking in the faces of others, getting to know people for who they really are, than to spend my time looking in a mirror.
I would rather be goofy and silly and laugh at myself than project some picture perfect image that is not real.
I would rather say I don't know than to pretend I do.
I would rather be that weird girl eating alone in her car than sit at a table with a bunch of vapid, gossiping, self absorbed women who have not realized they are no longer wearing their homecoming tiaras and chearleading uniforms.
I would rather go home to my family at night, to help my kids with their homework and listen to them talk about their day and get them ready for the next one than to sit in a bar with a bunch of people I have no desire to be friends with, listening to them talk about work even though the work day has ended.
I would rather spend my time with people who bring me joy. With people who lift me up. With people who go beyond the superficial. With people who don't ask me to play the game. Who aren't disappointed when I politely decline. With people who aren't jealous and insecure and petty and just plain mean.
I would rather have my life than theirs.
I would rather be me than any one of them.