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I'm Not Perfect

I'm not perfect.


I'm insecure. I'm not always confident. I have days when I feel fat, I have days when I feel puny, I have days when I feel ugly.
I have to accept that I will never be perfect. I will never have the perfect body, no matter how hard I try. God gave me this body...so I have to live with it and make the most of it!


I might not have a 6 pack...but I do think I have pretty nice arms! I'm proud of my guns!(And yeah, I take a lot of flexing pics, so what?)


I may hate my skinny legs, but you know what? They are fast and pretty strong, too.

I may not be so good at met-con workouts, but at least I can do it! My body can move, it can jump, it can run and it can lift some pretty heavy weight! And I'm thankful for that.


"Strive for progress, not perfection."

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  1. AmandaMarch 9, 2011 at 12:30 PM

    hey, i'd take a lot of flexing photos if (and when i do) look like that!!!! nice one :)

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  2. LindsayMarch 9, 2011 at 4:44 PM

    Well thanks, Amanda! It took a lot of work to get what I have(and am still working on it!), so I won't deny that I like to show it off ;)

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  3. JennyNovember 30, 2011 at 6:51 AM

    Hi Lindsay! Just found your blog :) When I look at your pics my first thought is "GORGEOUS" second thought - "healthy and fit" :) I think we are all our own worst enemies. I can relate to you in many ways (based on the few posts I have read from you). I am hard on myself but just keep pushing! I can also relate to the "shy" aspect ;-) Anyways...just wanted to let you know that I think you look and (from the sounds of it) ARE an amazing gal. Keep it up!!

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  4. LindsayNovember 30, 2011 at 11:28 AM

    Thanks so much Jenny! :)

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