I’m perfect…ish

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One of these adorable men drives me right to edge of insanity and the other one is there to pull me back right before I murder someone. I love them both equally. (Christopher just a smidge more)

 

I’m only 32 but I can feel the number getting higher so much quicker than it did ten years ago. We’re so focused on our looks these days, we’re constantly reminded of how unhealthy we are and social media is always telling us how fantastic other people are at being healthy. Every other Facebook post boasts about check-ins at the gym or how far they’ve run that day. Instagram is full of ‘clean eating’ pictures with their ‘no fat, no dairy, no eggs, no sugar, no fun’! I admit I am guilty of posting about my workouts from time to time, usually when I’ve just got back in to it and I need the motivation boost. It makes me feel good about myself and, who knows, it might inspire someone to go for a run, hopefully someone who doesn’t feel the need to bore us to death with their bragging every single day…

I have started running again and doing yoga, throwing in a few sit ups here and there, (hark at her bragging)! I am not happy with my body, I don’t imagine there are many people who genuinely are. I’m just trying to be a healthier version of me, although not today after I’ve just scoffed half a packet of bourbons…but Chris bought them so it doesn’t count. I’ll never be “perfect” and I’ll never have washboard abs because frankly I can’t be arsed trying to get them. I will slowly become the best version of me that I can be, in a physical and psychological sense. That version of me will bear the tell-tale signs of a life well lived. My body possesses stretchmarks, scars and wrinkles. Each and every one of those tells a story. Every inch of my body is the way it is right now because of the life I have lived. Not all of it has been pretty, a small portion of it has been downright horrific but I’m still here, I’m happy and I don’t need to be perfect in any way to be living my life. My stretchmarks show that my body has carried precious cargo, my scars show me that I wasn’t afraid and my wrinkles show the world that I have laughed, I have laughed so much. I am proud of my lumps, bumps, wrinkles, lines and battle scars. They tell the best story, they tell my story. ♥∞

Don’t ever let anyone make you think you’re not good enough. 

Follow your dreams right now! Don’t wait until tomorrow, 

next week, next year. Stop planning, start doing 🙂

‘Blind faith is no way to run a world’ – Victor Stenger

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