Seeking Perfection

Wednesday, June 11, 2014


Fact...I have never worn a bikini.  Not even once.  Not even when I was 3. I own them.  A few.  I adore these little prizes once or twice a year.  I imagine if I really believed I was all that.  I mean I'm a Miami girl. And beach season come, there’s not much left to imagine out on SOBE.  Call it modesty.  But I’ve just never been that...perfect.

I’m the girl in search of perfection.  The girl that keeps working.  And wanting.  And sweating.  And lifting.  And stretching.  And blading. And building.  And trying to be uhmmm...well...perfect.  And if I was I guess I would flaunt that two-piece in the sun and sand like a bronzed summer goddess.

But it’s this lid.  This cap on me.  This quest for perfection that drives me on and pushes me...and limits me.  My story isn’t my best, so I put the pencil down.  Any other strictly and definitely and only shower singers out there? And yeah, I will arm wrestle you or edit your essay in a second because I know I can do it with my eyes closed.

We all have lids though.  Limitations.  Boundaries that hold us back.  And keep us frozen.  Afraid of failure.  Or lack of perfection.  The truth is...I’m not sure perfection is real.  Or attainable.  Or healthy.  Maybe it’s the quest that makes us better and we should applaud our stories or our vocals or our bodies.  Because some smart person said, “I was born to make mistakes, not fake perfection.”  I have to believe that looking for perfection is the best motivation we could have, but the idea of perfect is so absolutely imperfect.

So I’ll admit it’s a lot easier to bare my soul than my abs, but what about you? Your lids? The caps in your life?  What’s been holding you back?


Here’s to the hope of gorgeous summers in metallic bikinis and killer articles and removing the lids and the caps and embracing our imperfections for all that they aren’t.
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