Seeing this picture posted on I <3 to Run’s facebook page (which is amazing by the way) yesterday got me thinking.
Why is it so easy for me to get caught up comparing myself to my “ideal me”?
Where in the world did I get this image in my head of what I should look like? What power do I think I have to dream up my “ideal body” and then feel dissapointed when I feel like I don’t have it? What is perfect anyway?
I’m a woman, a strong woman.
I have thick legs. These legs carried me through an ultra-marathon. They’re literally ultra legs.
I’m athletic and healthy.
I’ve worked hard, really hard, and I’m physically in the best shape of my life.
I’ve never been super model thin, I never will be and I never want to be.
So today, I’m choosing to be my perfect version of me, just as I am.
One moment at a time, one day at a time, I can choose to be my ideal me.