I've come to a stutter of a realization that I will never be the way I want to be. My body, my biggest anxiety factor, will never fit inside the lines I've ideally drawn for it. My emotional stability and my confidence will always linger away from the position I would like it to hold. There is no place for perfection. How hard can it be to find peace with ourselves and our build? Hard. We are constantly comparing and analyzing things, especially people. Now a days we compliment others out of insecurity. The compliment we give is the insecurity of our own, a factor of ourselves that we are without. How are we so quickly to distort ourselves, but, we find another and desperately tug on them to stay the same? How can we expect such an occurrence?