Summery: Everyone always wanted her to be perfect. Well, perfection can be perfect hell.
Perfect Hell
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I was buried in perfection. All my life I was expected to be perfect.
My mom said it. My sisters said it. Everyone I met said I should be - am to be perfect in everything. Pretty soon, I started to believe it. Years of the same thing entering my ears finally stuck. My mind responded.
My mom was disappointed in me when I wasn't perfect.
I remember when I first auditioned for this one commercial. They were looking for a all round, perfect American girl. Why shouldn't it be me? I have the American look - blonde hair and blue eyes. I was a shoe-in for it.
They turned me down in favor of a brunette.
That hurt.
But, what hurt the most was the look my mother gave me.
That one hurt the most.
I never wanted to see it again. So, I began trying to be perfect in everything I did.
Over time that disappointed look turned into one of approvable. I thrived for it. I loved my mom, so I wanted her approval. Everything I auditioned for, I was cast. It had worked, and I was ecstatic.
Over the years, if I had anything to do my mind always repeated. Perfection, back to me. It had to be perfect, or else it wasn't acceptable.
When I turned into a teenager, I was expected to be the same as I was when I was young. Perfect. I had to have perfect looks: perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect everything. I was sick of it, but I couldn't escape. I was too caught up into it. I couldn't change. It had been programmed into my mind since a young age that I had to be perfect.
Then, one day everything changed. I auditioned for So Random! A show where nothing was perfect, but I loved it. My mom was furious, but with what they payed me, she agreed to let me be in it. I just had to show perfection: her words.
With my mom out of the way, I tried to change, but couldn't.
Then, she came along...
Sonny Monroe.
That was her name.
She was the exact opposite of me. Brunette, brown eyes, nice, and not perfect.
Our personalities clashed a little, it was hard. I wanted to be her friend, but my mind wouldn't let me. I studied her from a distance: she was just so carefree. Nothing held her back. I envied her.
She was everything I wanted to be.
She showed me that I didn't have to hide behind my wall. I didn't have to be perfect. My mind automatically went into defense mood saying that she was just jealous of me. Who wouldn't be? I mean, I am me.
But, I doubted it...
She didn't care about all that stuff. She was different.
She helped me loosen up a little.
She showed me all the fun I had missed out on.
After that, I realized that: Perfection can be a perfect hell.
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