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Pressure to be Perfect

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Perfection, that's all everyone expects of me. I'm asked to do this, and do that. "No that's wrong! You need to try harder!" Phrases of me doing things that are not perfect run through my head all day and night.

I have to have perfect grammar, a perfect face, a perfect and clean room, perfect clothes, perfect hair, a perfect house, perfect fingers. It is all perfect, perfect, perfect. I don't have any choice in my life.

"Nobody's perfect
I gotta work it
Again and again
'Til I get it right"

The lyrics from Hannah Montana's, "Nobody's Perfect", aren't true anymore. I have to be perfect. I can't work on it. I have to get it right the first time.

Everyone is saying just that to me. I hear it on Whyville, at home, school, and even church. I feel like I'm not allowed to make mistakes, but everyone else can.

"When you aim for perfection, you discover it's a moving target." - George Fisher

"They say that nobody is perfect. Then they tell you practice makes perfect. I wish they'd make up their minds." - Wilt Chamberlain

"Have no fear of perfection, you'll never reach it." - Salvador Dali

If no one is perfect, why does everyone expect me to be perfect? I want to yell when I'm angry, I want to scream, and let out all of my feelings. I want to talk to someone freely and not hear comments such as, "You shouldn't have done that," or, "What were you thinking?"

Is that the way life is? Is the point of life to be perfect? It seems to me that no one else tries to be perfect, because they don't have to. But me, oh no, I have to be perfect.

"Make sure you wash your face so you won't get any pimples on your perfect face," girls at school say to me when I go into the bathroom. The guys say, "Oh look dude, Perfect Little Polly Pocket is walking down the hallway -- make way."

I can't be myself anymore. I can't say what I feel; I have to hold my tongue.

Pressure to be perfect is what I feel now. Now I'm going to let the world know what I feel. I'm going to tell people how angry I am. I am going to smile and laugh out loud.

But I can't, because I have to be perfect.

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