Hello everyone and happy Sunday! I hope you’ve all been kicking butt and taking names. I know I’ve been trying to, and let me just tell you that it’s way harder than it looks.
I’ve changed jobs and my entire life schedule has changed around it- and sometimes fitness falls to the wayside. I’m getting into a new routine now (one that involves waking up at 4:00 am to go to the gym. Ouch) so things are finally getting back on track for me, and I’ve been able to get my thoughts together.
So today I wanted to talk about something that’s really been eating at me lately. It’s not all about fitness or health but they both definitely come into play. This is something that people have been talking about for a while (however, I have seen a lot more of it in most recent years) and I have to throw in my two cents (and I know you want to hear it).
I am not “perfect”.
There! I said it. It hurt. It hurts me a lot to think that I’m not “perfect”, and nor will I ever be. My idea of “perfection” is way outside any possible realm for me to attain. There is no amount of exercise or healthy eating that will get me to my idea of “perfection”. Working out every day and only eating clean is not going to change my entire body shape and structure. I have been brainwashed by the media and society to believe in their idea of “perfection”, and as much as I try to fight it, I still find that I’m comparing myself to these fashion icons or models (and this exists in the fitness community as well- not just in Hollywood). This idea of “perfection” is so skewed and so toxic that it can poison even the most confident of minds, and confidence in yourself is one of the most important things that you can build.
The fact that my idea of “perfect” is so far away from what I am now absolutely terrifies me. It terrifies me for future generations of girls who don’t know how to be strong and love themselves- girls who don’t have other strong women in their lives to show them that their beauty is perfection in it’s own right and by it’s own design. I am terrified for the girls growing up in a society that glorifies celebrities and models who weigh about as much as just one of my legs. I am terrified because I have a little voice inside of me, the one who looks at a picture of some beautiful celebrity and wonders why she’s not good enough or tall enough or pretty enough or skinny enough and I know that every other woman out there has that little voice too.
I want to encourage anyone out there who is struggling with the pressures of society and the media. You are good enough. You are perfect by being yourself. You are the embodiment of perfection in your happiness and in the way that you laugh. Your body and your face are perfect because they are a part of you. You are perfect when you are happy and you are perfect when you are sad. You are perfect when you are on the mountaintop and you are perfect when you are in the valley. Your struggles make you perfect. Your heartache makes you perfect. When you think of the word “perfect”, I want for you to picture yourself.
What the media and society think is not important. What YOU think is important.
I’ll step off of my soapbox now, I hope you found some encouragement from my rant. Have a great week you guys!