PERFECT... Well, I am Perfectly comfortable with my body. I am perfectly happy with the years and years of hard work and maintenance I have put into it. I am perfectly comfortable to walk across a beach in a bikini and run down a street in a sports bra. My body is absolutely perfect to ME and that’s what matters. I don’t put in effort to be “perfect” in someone else’s eye. I don’t need anyone else telling what I need to do to make my body “perfect”.
I am perfectly happy in my own skin. I know I have thick enough skin to blow off comments like this, but it still bothers me. It bothers me because of how often comments like this are made to young women by men, media, peers and even parents which lead them to spending a lifetime seeking a false sense of perfection.
While I have been complimented for my fitness over the years, I have been criticized almost just as much. I write this not for validation. I don't need it. I am someone who loves giving compliments to those who deserve it, to give an honest opinion when asked and to speak up when I feel something is wrong. I write this because if one person thinks twice about being more mindful about what they are saying and the affect they have, if one person rethinks what 'perfect' means to oneself and not society, the world could become a little better.
Photo Credit to the Talented Rohan Tupule