Perfectly Imperfect - Orezi's Guest Post

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Today's Guest Post was written by one of my best friends, Orezi. As you will soon learn by reading her piece, she is both hilarious, relatable, and completely honest. But she is also extraordinarily confident and comfortable in her own skin. Orezi is beautiful, but that doesn't stop her from believing that the woman in the picture to the left or the person across the street is, too. So many of us aspire to be that one person who just radiates self-assurance, with that crazy warrior princess save-the-world type of vibe. Orezi is that description in human form. She does amazing things. She also trips over microphone wires in drama club. She eats pizza, but she also eats her greens. I firmly believe that Orezi is the imperfectly perfect picture of balance, hence the title of this post. I hope you enjoy her message on body acceptance as much as I do!
"This body is a proud sponsor of self-esteem"

Wow. Who would've thought that I would ever write a post for a health and wellness blog? Who would've thought it would be positive? Maybe I should start with the fact that I'm not Keto or Paleo or anything-o. I'm not even healthy. Legit, yesterday, I got winded while briskly walking. I only like avocados when they're mashed, seasoned, and on some chips. I don't even have experience with blogs. (Except 1 time where I was cyber stalking someone so hard I ended up at their mom's blog. I don't recommend going that deep). I'm definitely not against exercise.
I've done it before, I think. Exercise and I are chill. Acquaintances. If I saw her in a grocery store I'd say "Hey, and I'm sorry for gendering you." I love exercise as a concept 100% it releases endorphins. Which for me might be the problem. I exercise and I forget the pain the next day I'm just excited. And this works... For a while... Until it doesn't. Eventually the excitement is less exciting and I remember the pain and stamina it took and suddenly Netflix seems way more appealing. When both my name and stamina are used it probably refers to the time I watched all of Stranger Things season 2 in less than 24 hours without breaks. As someone who thinks that maybe 6 vegetables in the whole world taste slightly good (even when covered in so much dressing it's no longer healthy), I understand the “I don't want to do this.” I don't know a ton about health, but I do know writing. So after those truly uplifting "I constantly give up" stories, here's my advice.

You don't always have to be the Mary Sue/ Gary Stu character that perfectly saves the day and, I don't know, eats a full watermelon in 2 minutes or whatever you healthy people do. You’re not a book character or a celebrity you're you. It's okay to accidentally skip a day of exercise and get back into it. It's ok to not know how to balance a diet at all. And it's ok to not change everything all at once. The most important thing is to keep trying to get to where you want. One (delicious) piece of pie shouldn't stop you from trying to stick to your diet later. I'm not saying you should guzzle a Coke no harm done cause you'll have a smoothie tomorrow. I'm just saying you don't have to be Wonder Woman or even look like her. You don't have to be the perfect image of blogilates because you're doing the lifestyle change for you. Or at least you should be. No guy, girl, man, woman, neither, amphibien, mix of 2, etc should make you want to change yourself. If they're not happy with you now they probably won't be later. But you can definitely make yourself happy. So you may not be the perfect trainer physique, but you don't have to be. You just have to be happy with you. News flash: the perfect summer body isn't the totally tanned and jacked one, it's the perfectly happy and confident one.

 Pretty inspirational, huh? Thank you so much Orezi, for being an amazing rockstar!

 "Your self-worth is determined by you. You don't have to depend on someone to tell you who you are" -Beyonce

 You are wonderful.
-Orezi and Maya

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