I am not perfect

I’m not perfect. I like junk food, I hardly exercise and I’d much rather sit in front of the TV than go on a tedious hike.

I’m not perfect. I argue with my boyfriend, I judge others and I often wonder why people don’t make better lives for themselves.

I’m not perfect. I get down, I get depressed and the voices in my head often scream at me for the things I do and am.

I’m not perfect. I don’t donate tons of money to charity, I don’t foster animals or children and I don’t always recycle.

I’m not perfect. I have SAD, I pick at my skin when I get pimples and I have really bad cellulite on my bum and thighs.

I’m not perfect. I stay up late, I like a glass of wine and I am addicted to checking my phone.

I’m not perfect. I have a pudgy tummy, I don’t drink nearly enough water and I self-doubt all the time.

I’m not perfect. I don’t tidy up, I don’t do the dishes daily and I have tons of maintenance to do on my house.

I’m not perfect. I don’t iron my clothes, I have 2 cats and I like my space.

I’m not perfect. I love chocolate, I don’t always drive the speed limit and I don’t clean house more than once a week.

I’m not perfect. But I am strong, I am courageous and I stand up for those without a voice.

I’m not perfect. But I am working toward getting more active and creating positive routines in my life.

I’m not perfect. But I am willing to try do the things I dislike in order to be a healthier me.

I’m not perfect. But I am trying to make small positive changes every day to become better.

I’m not perfect. But I am investing in myself so I can grow others.

I’m not perfect. But I am honest enough to admit that I’m not perfect.

I’m not perfect. And I’ve learned that no one is either.

I’m not perfect. But I am perfectly happy being me.