Insecurities

I’m sure many would agree that there is something about ourselves (more physical than anything else) that we are unhappy with. Some of us look in the mirror and frown in displeasure, fixated on what we feel to be “imperfections”.

We often think to ourselves,
“I wish I weren’t so…” “I wish I had…” “I HATE MY this” “I hate my THAT”.

I caught myself doing it today. I took a shower and as I was getting dressed, I glared at my scrawny arms and unmuscular torso. It’s been a while since I’ve worked out and I guess I’ve got to get back to it! Of course, we should all love ourselves and our bodies, but sometimes the insecurities sink in every now and then.

Despite my diffidence, my Pooh still loves me for me and loves me no matter how I look…and that’s all that matters :)

I think our little “imperfections” are what make us all unique individuals. We are all imperfect copies of an ideal image. If we were all perfect then we’d all be the same…if we were all the same…then what would be perfect? With my ramblings set aside, even though I might have insecurities I don’t let it bother me. I encourage anyone with insecurities not to let it bother you either. Striving for a better, fitter self is definitely a good thing…but self acceptance is just as great!