I mean aren't we all really?
"They" tell us--and we spout back in return--that perfection isn't attainable and how we should all be happy being real. Screw that. If we wanted real, we wouldn't watch TV, subscribe to insance magazines, or join pricey gyms in the quest of the perfect body.
I found myself listening to music leaning on the bathroom sinking and picking myself apart today. Why? Who cares? and better yet--what am I doing about those things? I wasn't working out. I didn't not eat the cookie earlier.