18/06/2026
These photos represent two very different versions of me.
Not because of how I look
Because of how much energy I was spending trying to be perfect.
The woman on the left was exhausted. Not physically. Mentally!
Constantly thinking about food. Constantly thinking about exercise. Constantly wondering if she was doing enough.
Eating something and immediately calculating how she’d make up for it later.
Promising herself she’d be “better” on Monday…gosh I can’t tell you how many times I said that line 🤦🏽♀️
Believing that if she could just be a little more disciplined, a little more motivated, a little more perfect… everything would fall into place.
The truth is, chasing perfection is so bloody exhausting and when I think about it,it makes me feel so sad I did it for that long.
Because perfection keeps moving
You reach one goal and another appears
You lose weight and suddenly you’re chasing muscle.
You hit a milestone and suddenly it’s not enough.
There’s always another standard to live up to. Another thing to improve. Another reason to believe you haven’t quite made it yet.
The woman on the right still absolutely cares about her health🔥
Girl still trains💪🏽
Definitely still has goals
But her entire life no longer revolves around trying to become a better version of herself.
Gal has a business to run
A daughter to raise 🤍
Fam to see
Sport to play
A university degree to start
A life to live
And somewhere along the way I realised that I didn’t want to spend my whole life treating myself like a project that needed fixing.
I wanted to spend it actually living
So NOPE,these photos aren’t a story about weight loss…..soz 👎🏽👎🏽
They’re a story about what happens when you stop chasing perfection and start putting that energy into things that actually matter.
Because life gets a whole lot lighter when you stop treating yourself like a project that needs fixing✨
