the perfect body

Last week I was faced with a Friday date at the Roosevelt Pool. On Wednesday.

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I panicked. I’m not ready to be in a swim suit! I need time to prepare! I never got around to that juice cleanse!

You see, I’m not a fan of my belly. It is kind of soft and mushy and really the only part of me that I really don’t like.

You know the thing. The, if I could just have a flat belly/toned arms/tight booty/skinny thighs/perfect hair/etc. my life would finally be complete, feeling.

But if I ever had gorgeous abs and a flat belly (doubtful, I love food too much) would I finally be happy with my body or would there always be just one more thing?

I’m heading to Mexico this month for a family trip and I plan on living in bikini’s the entire time.

With or without the perfect belly.  (But I’m hoping it is more perfect than not).

Thoughts?