I feel like I need to explain the title of my blog...When I was ten years old, I got the most awesome Barbie for Christmas. She was perfect! She had a big chest, a tight butt, and a waist the size of my pinkie finger. I decided then and there that I wanted to look just like her when I grew up…which I knew would mean not eating anything larger than a grape and practicing walking in high heels…which I found very hard because of being so dizzy from lack of food….but, anyway…I knew it would be worth it and I set about the task with enthusiasm!
Then at twelve years old, I got another doll, her name was Skipper, and she was much sportier than barbie. Now SHE was perfect ! She was extremely skinny, flat chested, and also had a waist the size of my pinkie finger… I decided that wanted to look just like her…the grape would need to be replaced with a raisin and I would need to ditch the high heels for running shoes…but it would be worth it…I would be a goddess!
When I was eighteen, I looked in the mirror and found that I didn’t look like either Barbie nor Skipper. I had no chest and big muscular thighs, and my waist was definitely not the size of my pinkie finger. .. I was a gymnast and a cheerleader that worked out every day. I ate healthier than 90% of my classmates and I still looked like a cute boy…And then I realized (yes it took me 20 or so years) that maybe my body wasn’t supposed to look that way… after all Barbie and Skipper didn't exercise to achieve those perfect bodies! The only exercise they did was an occasional leg lift as they were being fitted for their many accessories…and I never once saw them eating oatmeal or egg whites…Could it be that no matter how much I dieted and exercised, how hard I tried, or how much I wished for it, I would never look like them? Yep! I finally had figured out that if you aren’t 6 feet tall, made of plastic, and have Mattel stamped on your butt, you’re going to have to just accept it and start to thinking yourself as “THE PERFECT YOU”.
There is no magic pill other than acceptanceand realistic expectations. No, you probably won't look like Angelina Jolie or Brad Pitt without a whole lot of plastic surgery, hundreds of thousands of dollars, and a really good camera man following you around. But...is that really so bad? Be thankful for what you have, work to being better, and enjoy the process! I have tried to live my life this way...and after 40 years...I am fairly certain that I have become the most perfect "me" that I could possibly be:)
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