I’ve been thinking a lot about The Perfect Life lately. Or, more specifically, the fact that the whole concept is a myth. Despite knowing this in theory, a quick flick through my social media pages and I’d be forgiven for thinking that not only does The Perfect Life exist, but that everyone is enjoying said Life except me.
Beauty and danger abound in equal parts on social media by allowing us to share – and not share – whatever parts of our lives that we choose. I have worked hard to make Lazy Girl Fitness real, because I am real, and you are real. Inspirational and aspirational? I hope so. But the absolute non-negotiable? Achievable. Obviously I want you guys to see me at my best and happiest, but I also think it’s important that you see that my life is not like that all the time. Does it make me less follow-able to be less than perfect? I hope not.