I’m unsure exactly what I’ve spent the greater part of the last 7 years chasing. Other than a certain number – a specific weight, a label, or waist measurement. What exactly did I think was going to happen once I reached ‘perfection’? Would I wake up one morning and suddenly be happy? Would my financial woes, flat chest and the stress of chairing meetings and impending project deadlines just melt into the ether and no longer matter? Would I be more successful and more loved? Would my incredibly short span of patience transform, and turn me into a vision of grace and loveliness? Would I have it ‘all’?      Surely the only way to attain this perfection; to have that soft lightroom-preset, overlay not only on my instagram, but also my life. Surely in order to rid myself from the cause of all of my day to day detriment… my body fat, I had to behave in a certain way. I had to be perfect. Every time I entered the gym, I had to give it my absolute all. I had to sweat, I had to shake, I had to hurt. I had to push and pull until my […]
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