the truth.
I struggle with accepting responsibility of my failures and mistakes because I am a perfectionist.
I've been living so long with the expectation of being perfect, the NEED to fulfill every mistake my parents made for the better.
I worry and push things aside because my fear of failure, thus accomplishing nothing, and doing worse because of it.
Now it's time to find who I am.
Teach myself that I everything I do can be wonderful, without being "perfect."
Because nobody is perfect.
I was the kid who drew pictures for hours, and when a line was out of place, I would destroy it with my tiny fingers, claiming how terrible it was, when in reality, there was nothing wrong with it.
I've been living so long with the expectation of being perfect, the NEED to fulfill every mistake my parents made for the better.
I worry and push things aside because my fear of failure, thus accomplishing nothing, and doing worse because of it.
Now it's time to find who I am.
Teach myself that I everything I do can be wonderful, without being "perfect."
Because nobody is perfect.
I was the kid who drew pictures for hours, and when a line was out of place, I would destroy it with my tiny fingers, claiming how terrible it was, when in reality, there was nothing wrong with it.