I was sitting in my room before I left for home last week, and my roommate and I got to talking about imperfections. “It’s always about body,” she sighed. For background, my roommate has total abs — I’m talking a very toned, very visible six-pack. So upon hearing this, my jaw naturally dropped to the floor.
“What are you talking about?? You have the strongest body out of anyone I know!!” To which she replied, “I used to look so much better.” And before you know it, the two of us had gone from loving ourselves as healthy human beings to disassembled bits and pieces.
Her muscular shoulders. My Keratosis Polaris on my arms. Her wavy hair. My shapeless torso.
“I looked like a total Barbie in middle school! Not anymore…” she squealed.
“Someone called me ‘chubby’ sophomore year of high school!” I countered.
And down the deep dark rabbit hole we went. I normally love the fact that the two of us naturally embrace daily confidence, but in a matter of minutes, our respectful and positive room had become a torrential whirlwind of doubt, insecurity, and criticism. It. Was. Bad.
Fortunately, it didn’t last long. About 5 minutes into our pity party, we looked at each other and smirked — what the heck were we doing?!! It honestly wasn’t worth the stress or getting down on ourselves. We both strive for healthy lifestyles — to be the healthiest versions of ourselves that we can be (and that includes not stressing when finishing a bag of trail mix that’s clearly supposed to last for more than a week — guilty as charged aha!).
Sometimes, we need that reminder that we’re human. It’s a way of life, not a flaw…though sometimes it’s used as synonymous with the latter. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve realized that the more I stress out about something, the more likely I am to perpetuate the problem. If I feel guilty about grabbing that extra handful of dark chocolate, I’m definitely not going to enjoy the dark chocolate AND I’m probably going to grab more. If I freak myself out about writing a paper, the more likely I am to procrastinate on writing it. If I kick myself for not getting up on time, I’m probably going to feel horrible for much longer than necessary and not be remotely productive. It’s a nasty, cyclical monster.
So here’s the thing. I’m imperfect, and it’s pretty great. Other words for “imperfect” include “unique,” “different,” “one-of-a-kind,” and those make me smile. 🙂 The Serenity Prayer sums this up poignantly:
God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
Courage to change the things I can,
And wisdom to know the difference.
Stress can be a really valuable tool (biology gave it to us for a reason!), but it’s supposed to be reserved for emergencies, so that when it kicks in, it’s because we need the energy! Unfortunately, it’s way too easy to abuse stress and hurt ourselves in the process. I love me for me. There’s no need to justify why I work out or eat what I do or wear make-up or don’t wear make-up or run or sometimes just watch Netflix or read a book or mess around on my phone for way too long or sing in the shower or write when I feel pain or dance ridiculously or enjoy shopping for clothes or go camping in the forest or any number of silly little things that make me me. 🙂
Imperfections are me. Imperfections are you. Embrace them. Let go of them. Grow with them. Or grow without them. And then form some new ones.
I write this because something tugged on my heartstrings saying it needed to be written. The words just needed to get out! And also, instead of critiquing these pictures, I looked at myself thought how happy I looked! And I truly believe that’s the most amazing first impression of a photo one can have.
Blue Crochet Tank (similar found here!) // KanCan Jeans // Taupe Strappy Wedges (similar found here!) // Tarte Tarteist Creamy Birthday Suit Matte Lip Paint
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