My dear,

You woke up with a zit today. So what?

You’re a little hairy in places you’d rather not be. So what?

You’re not as thin as you want to be. So what?

You’re not as tan as the magazines say you’re supposed to be. So what?

You didn’t walk outside today looking like a fashion supermodel. So fucking what?!

This is life – not heaven. You don’t have to be perfect.

And I doubt that the last thing on anyone’s mind in heaven is how good you look today.

Falsely yours,
Edmund “Francesco” Genest