Why is it that women hold themselves to a standard of excellence far higher and far more self-defeating than men?
Why have our public images come to be so air-brushed that we no longer know what a real woman actually looks like?
Why are we either "on" or "off" plan every day, or even every minute?
Why does one mistake at work or one mouthful too many or one meal overeaten signify total failure?
Why do five pounds gained make a woman want to sink into the ground while a man can gain 50 pounds, look in the mirror and still see an Adonis staring back at him?
I've been looking for the answers to such questions for most of my adult life and I still don't know. All I know is that the search for perfection has coloured my life and mostly in a negative way.
I will never be someone who contents herself with mediocrity but I am sick to death of beating myself up for not being perfect. There is a big difference. The search for perfection is actually the quickest road to failure.
Click over to the latest blog I've added to my blogroll, Screaming Fat Girl, for one of the best posts I've read in a long time about the role perfection has played in her life. In fact, read her archives. She's amazing. SFG has now become one of my "must reads".
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