I am my own harshest critic. I must be in control of every aspect of my life. At work, I have to be the best employee. As far as looks are concerned, I must have the ideal figure – a narrow waist, flat belly, and absolutely no ‘jiggly’ parts. In terms of style, everything has to be branded down to my socks. These all sound like too good to be true, right? Well, that’s because they are. In fact, some of them are nearly impossible to accomplish.
It took a lot of thinking for me to fully accept that chasing perfection isn’t a good idea. It’s true that no one can be perfect in every aspect of his or her life. My teenage years weren’t the best mainly because I was secretly obsessed with being perfect. I spent a lot of time looking in the mirror staring at every single flaw I had. In my mind, I was a fat and dark ‘worthless’ human who can never be good enough.
The Twenties were no different. Every day, I hated what I saw in the mirror. I never wanted to interact with people and there was always an excuse: I’m too busy working! Mean comments about my skin tone and weight lead me into a spiral of negative thoughts. These negative words were constantly on a loop in my head driving me crazy.
Perfectly imperfect at 33!
Things started changing the day I turned 30. I realized spending time with loved ones is so much more beneficial than dwelling over negative, mean comments that are worthless. There’s much more to life than obsessing over relationships, the number on the weight scale or the shade of your foundation. I decided to enjoy time with my family and friends. Well, there’s no gap between my thighs and I still have belly rolls. My butts jiggle when I walk or run. I know I’m not perfect,and that is okay.
So what really matters?
Forget the weighing scale and the reflection you see in the mirror. Don’t beat yourself up for not having the ideal body proportions or skin tone. Accept who you are. Do whatever makes you happy. Nobody is perfect and that is just how it is. Love yourself because you are worth it.
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