Perfectionism at its Finest
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been a perfectionist. I honestly can’t tell you the last time I was just content with being content, but obviously I'm making progress day by day. I’ve always worried about not being my most perfect self, not looking my best, not acting my best. I’ve always been an all or nothing kind of person when it came to myself and how I looked. I've always been hard on myself even during times where I didn't need to be at all. Obviously going through an eating disorder, you’re bond to be a perfectionist, but in every little way I absolutely was. It was the little things. Not just the way I looked, or I saw myself and my body. In literally every way possible. If I was getting ready for school and my hair didn’t turn out the way I wanted, forget it, because I wouldn’t even want to go anymore. If I slightly spilled on my shirt during school or out somewhere with my friends or family, I’d want to go home and change right away. If I didn’t like how my...