Just a slogan on a really sweet tee I bought on my holiday.

Or is it? ‘Perfect never gets stronger’. 

I can’t tell you how long I’ve been chasing perfection. From seeing the older girls fret over costume sizes in a school show to not going out because I don’t feel like I’m the right size. That’s basically the beginning and the rock bottom of it all. I’m now 32 and I think the penny is dropping that ‘being perfect’ is not a thing. 

I have wasted part of my teens and all of my twenties putting my life on hold and not doing certain things because I haven’t felt good enough. I don’t think I’m thin enough. I have no confidence. I don’t meet new people because I’m too scared to go out alone. Too worried that people who haven’t even met me yet don’t like me. Don’t want to bother friends because surely they don’t want to speak to me. They have newer and/or better friends now. 

Ironically by putting my life on hold and being unhappy, I have just become bigger and the cycle starts again. 

You can’t be perfect and become better. Once you’re perfect that’s it. There is no room for improvement. 

I don’t want to be perfect if it means putting everything on hold until you hit that idea of perfection. Especially when perfect means something different to everyone.

‘Perfect never gets stronger’ Except I will get stronger, because I will never be perfect. 

*edit: my tee is from Reebok if you’re wondering.