All I ever really wanted was to be perfect.
I followed all of the rules (both spoken and unspoken).
I made good grades.
I did all the things I was supposed to do.
And I did everything within my power to exceed expectations.
I had it all together.
I was the perfect mix of pre-prison Martha Stewart and pre-spandex Sandy (you know, like… “Sandy, you can’t just walk out of a drive in!” — that should be read in your best Danny Zuko voice)..
I was Little Miss Perfect.
And I felt like a fraud.
Like any minute I’d be found out. Someone would finally see that I wasn’t actually all that smart or talented or nice or pretty or perfect.
It was exhausting. And no matter how hard I tried to actually BE perfect, I never FELT perfect.
So after years of carrying the burden of being Little Miss Perfect, I’ve let it go.
Here is what I’ve learned from (trying to be) Little Miss Perfect:
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