What is the perfect body? Is there even such a thing? I know that a lot of people, including myself, struggle with this notion and some pressure to attain that perfection.
The period of time when I was closest to what I thought was the perfect body I was VERY lean. The trendy name for it at the moment is shredded. I guess I was that. I have never gotten more compliments, more gushing (seriously, people gushed) about my physique...ever. BUT, inside I was wrecked. I was just on the cusp of getting divorced and having the life I had built collapse around me. I was scared and sad and trying to find my way. I was putting on a brave face but I was muscling through each day. I wasn't eating enough. The stress made it nearly impossible to keep down a full meal. And yet, what people saw was the very thing we all think we want to attain.
That was about 6 years ago. I am now softer, fuller, heavier, happier, calmer, healthier, more confident, more joyful, more present in my own life, more sure of what I want, more willing to show the cracks in the armor, more patient with myself. I wouldn't trade that for shredded. Ever.
Who the fuck cares about perfect.
Authentic is much more FUN!!