per·fec·tionpərˈfekSH(ə)n/ noun: perfection
the condition, state, or quality of being free or as free as possible from all flaws or defects.


I love this picture. I love it because it is so random and (im)perfect. My moccasins, my wool socks, my dog, the fact that I am randomly practicing an inversion/backbend in the middle of my living room...

Joe took this picture on Sunday when I was trying to show him "Chin Stand", the new yoga pose I had learned in my favorite Vinyasa class (shout out to Red Lotus). I asked him to try to take a picture, because despite the fact that I haven't mastered the pose, I still felt pretty bad ass being able to (somewhat) get into it.

When I saw the picture, I instantly thought about how goofy I looked and honestly had NOintention of posting it.

But the more I looked at it, the more I started to appreciate the fact that it was GOOFY and it was NOT perfect.

It made me think about society, social media, and how it seems like it is mentally ingrained in all of us that our flaws or imperfections should be kept to ourselves, behind the scenes.

Well here is a reality check:flaws are normal imperfections make us unique the two of them together make us awesome and interesting.

I have a confession:   I am not perfect.

  • I am not a perfect yogini
  • I don’t follow a perfect diet
  • I don’t have a perfect body
  • I may not always have the perfect things to say
  • I don't have perfect days
  • I don't write perfect blogs
  • (continue to fill in the blanks)

It took me a lot of time to come to terms with the fact that striving for "perfection" is exhausting and unrealistic.

In our quest to reach these unattainable standards, we slow down our ability to move forward in life. We often lose our sense of adventure and spontaneity. We miss opportunities and often times, lose the beautiful quirks and qualities that make us special.

Acknowledging and embracing my flaws and imperfections has taught me so much about who I truly am and how I want to live my life.

I allow myself to be vulnerable. I share my doubts, my fears and my insecurities.

I don’t strive to be perfect, I strive to be authentic.

When we allow ourselves to let our guards down and let people in- that is when we can truly start to LIVE.

Every day I am learning more and more that things don’t have to look perfect, situations don’t have to be perfect, and I certainly don’t have to act perfect in order to have a wonderful fulfilling life.

I am perfectly imperfect and I wouldn’t have it any other way.