No Body's Perfect
Perfection by definition is, the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects. I’ve been thinking about this term a lot lately. Or should I say I’ve been thinking about why my life isn’t “perfect” lately. Have you ever pictured your life to be a certain way, and then somewhere down the line the picture gets distorted and you now have to figure out where this warped reality came from? Well, if you have, join the club. I’ve been struggling with the “this isn’t where I’m supposed to be” syndrome. I thought I would leave my job, start my business and miraculously become successful. Of course, I knew there would be challenges, but I definitely didn’t think it would be this hard!
I never thought I would be that girl, you know the girl I’m talking about. The one who is always talking about how things should be, I’m supposed to be free, living the dream; instead, I’m living in the harsh reality that life isn’t perfect. I didn’t leave a job with a solid foundation, just to be walking on shaky ground everyday running my own business. I didn’t leave a 6-figure income to be making low 5 figures. I didn’t move out and get my own place to raise a child on my own and I damn sure didn’t imagine having stubborn belly fat that clearly has taken residence in the home of my body like an unwanted cousin who overstayed their welcome.
I’ve noticed myself complaining about EVERYTHING! I’m constantly worried about money which I’ve never done, my car not starting (don’t even get me started with that) my 3-year-old daughter who has yet to realize she has her own bed, sleeping at the edge of the bed is my least favorite pastime and for some reason I can’t seem to get a night off. This isn’t the perfect life I pictured at all. I’m slowly but surely coming to realize nothing is perfect. You make the best out of what you can and leave the rest to God. I choose this photo because behind these beautiful clothes is a real person, with a real body, going through real life, just like everyone else. Perfection isn’t freedom, happiness is!
Krystal A Phillips