I hate to say it, I really do. I spent so many years of my life trying to be perfect. I wanted to be the perfect daughter, sister, student, and friend. I wanted to be a straight A student while being class president, and also be considered beautiful. It’s just not possible.
I am a perfectionist. I like things to be done perfectly, but even more than that I feel like I should be perfect. I feel like I should be what everyone thinks of when the words “independent”, “successful” and, “stunningly beautiful” come to mind. I wanted it so bad that I would forget doings things I liked because instead I should be so focused on trying to be perfect. It took me a long time to realize, you can’t be perfect! In fact.. the word “perfect” means something different to everyone. For one person, they could think being perfect meant being tall and skinny with blonde hair and a high IQ. Others may see perfect as being petite and curvy, with exceptional people skills. I guess what I’m trying to get at is that the meaning of the word “perfect” is sort of just something we have constructed in our heads.
Instead of being perfect I should focus on being the best I can be. I don’t have to be this genius or model. Plus, what’s the fun in having no challenges in life? The challenges are what makes us who we are.