There..I said it.  While it may not seem like earth shattering news to anyone, especially those people who know me it always seems strange to hear myself say "I'm not perfect."  Even though I don't live the lifestyle of an eating disordered person anymore, every now and then I still surprise myself with thinking that is irrational.  I know "perfectly" well that no one is "perfect," but still why is it that I persist in trying to attain this?  UGH!!  Admitting there is a delight when you do something and it works right the first time, or you were able to find your way to a new place, or nothing went wrong a certain day does that define perfect?  I try to tell myself that perfect is a baby's smile, perfect is the sunrise or sunset over the ocean, perfect is that look of love that a groom has for his bride as he lifts the veil, perfect is the elderly couple that you see day by day walking the block holding hands...these are closer to how this word should be used (if ever!)

That said, I will end my attempt to write the perfect post, but I invite you to visit my website at http://edrsweb.org