I don’t want to be perfect. I want to be content.
I don’t want the “perfect” body. I want to be strong.
Comfortable in my own skin, in my own mind.
Happy and content with the very many wonderful things and people I’m surrounded.
I’m getting there.
Baby steps.
Right there with ya. Breathing is also good.
Until I saw this comment I forgot I posted last night. Eh… Guess the Xanax is working?
Yay for drugs that take the edge off and make the everyday living stuff possible!!