Hi! Did you happen to see the picture of the girl on the front page header without any make up on? Eyes a little puffy, hair not styled, wearing her gym clothes to what looks to be a restaurant?
Yep that’s me, Jenn B.
You know what I see when I look at the picture? Happiness! The essence of pure genuine joy!!! That picture was taken by my husband, Bob, who at that moment was making me laugh. A real laugh with a real smile that can’t always be captured on film.
I could have used any picture for my home page. I have a lot more pictures where I’m smiling. My hair is done, make-up on and all dolled up, like these pictures below.
However, as nice as those pictures are, they don’t really show me. Sure, I see a photo of me smiling. What I don’t see is joy. The photos of me in the flower dress and the other one with Bob where taken about 3 years ago. I’m ashamed to say that at the time those pictures where taken I was not happy with them. I actually would pick them apart. (super annoying)
At that time I wasn’t happy with me. I felt like I had to be perfect. My body had to be perfect, my make-up had to be perfect. My house had to always be cleaned and everything in its perfect place. I wanted to have the body of the ladies on the cover of the fitness magazines, I wanted my house to look like the inside of a Pottery Barn magazine and I wanted my family holidays to look like a Norman Rockwell painting. The more I tried to perfect my life the more complicated it got…
I’m not sure when it happened. The switch in my head. The change in my attitude. Perhaps it was maturity, or raising a teenager, or just feeling burnt out on trying to make everything seem like it had to have a place. It had to be well…Perfect…That’s when I realized I am perfectly imperfect! I’m really ok with that! Life is messy, and sometimes ugly. My house is a mess as I type this and I’m good with that. My teeth are a little crooked, I have enough stretch marks on my belly to create my own road map. I’m ok with that too.
If you look real close you will see the stretch marks and loose skin.
I guess my point in this blog post is that it’s ok to be messy. It’s ok to not look like a fitness model,it’s ok if you didn’t PR your last race, it’s ok if you didn’t eat 100% clean today, it’s ok if your toddler didn’t get his/her bath last night or your son/daughter got a C on a test. It’s ok to be imperfect!
With that said, it’s also good to have goals. If you want to compete in a fitness competition, do it. If you want to PR your next race, go for it. If you want to clean up your nutrition please do it. Remodel your home? Go for it! Just don’t try to perfect it to where you get so caught up that it steals your joy!
What makes you perfectly imperfect?