I’m sure you’ve had at least one of those days when you’re feeling absolutely awesome about yourself. The kind of day where you strut down the street like John Travolta at the beginning of Saturday Night Fever. Suddenly, someone walks by who embodies your idea of perfection and your self-esteem instantly evaporates out of your body. You are crushed and must stop strutting to go crawl into a hole and nurse your poor battered ego.
The truth is, there will always be someone “better” than you. How you or I choose to handle that reality is what matters. Do I look at some of the cute perky little women at the gym and fell bad about myself despite the fact that in most other people’s eyes I AM the cute perky little woman at the gym? Absolutely. Could I weigh less? Yes. After reaching a certain baseline for health purposes, am I willing to give up the balance I have in my life between leisure activities, eating out, and simply living to do that? No.
Instead I strive to embrace my imperfections, realizing that if I was perfect I’d have nothing to strive for. Then I think about John Travola again but this time as the exuberant Edna Turnblad in Hairspray. He/She is absolutely ridiculous. Which is absolutely perfect.