And it’s on my mind everyday.
Sometimes I get upset about it, and that makes me go for an ASDA smart price chocolate bar in D’s snack drawer. Sometimes it doesn’t stop at just one smart price chocolate bar. Sometimes it’s two or three plus a mini Kit Kat and a mug of coffee…. with sugar!
But I want to be thin.
I want to be slender and graceful and flowy like those 1920s women in their straight dresses.
I want to have thin arms, and thighs that look smooth and tight and shapely beneath my clothes.
I don’t want my extra bits.
So I try to cycle them away.
I gym them away.
They do like to persevere. An odd pokey bit here, a spillage over my jeans, thighs that are a little too large for my fancy, squidgy bits under my arms..
Maybe it’s not healthy to obsess about it like I do. In fact it definitely probably isn’t. But the way I see it is like this: Never settle for anything less than perfection.
My body is not perfection. And I have no excuses, other than laziness and one too many chocolate bars. Also lack of will power.
So, I won’t. Settle. For anything less than perfection in my eyes.