93 - Perfectionist


I never thought I was a perfectionist
but I have been known to throw fabric across the room
when I couldn’t get the stitching just right.

I never thought I was a perfectionist
but I used to twist each individual strand of hair on my head
to ensure I didn’t have a curl out of place.

I never thought I was a perfectionist
but I used to weigh and measure every single thing that I ate
track it, plan it, and obsess over it in a journal.

I never thought I was a perfectionist
but in that same journal I would track and measure my body
each day relentlessly doing whatever it took to make
the numbers lined up to my standards.

I never thought I was a perfectionist
but I kept all of this a secret because I had an image to uphold
of a chill, fun, spontaneous person. 

I never thought I was a perfectionist
because I had no problem starting something I wasn't good at.
I would just start things over and over and over
again until I was undeniably good at it.

I never thought I was a perfectionist
but really I hate this mandala because it doesn’t look balanced.
I want to rip it to pieces.
But I don’t want to be seen as someone
who can’t complete a challenge.

I never thought I was a perfectionist
because I thought that title belonged to someone
who had it all together.
Someone who was actually perfect.
And that someone definitely wasn’t me.

I always thought my problem was that
I wasn’t a perfectionist.
But maybe my problem was that
I was a perfectionist all along.

-sas
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