Perfection. It's what I’ve been striving for my whole life. I was a normal teenager, or so I thought. When I began high school I suddenly had different values of what was important, and what was not. I thought I was just being a normal teenage girl, but I soon realized my own mind was pressuring me to become something I was not. Perfect. I then realized that maybe I’m not so normal. I believe that perfection isn’t what you should be striving for.
Most people look at a magazine, a movie, or a show and don’t think twice about it, but I do. I see a model in a magazine or a beautiful actress in a movie and think, “I need to be like them.” Little things every day made me think more and more that I needed to be perfect, so that was what I was striving …show more content…
He was an average teenage boy, who most likely only dated me because of my looks, but I was okay with that. In fact, I wanted that. I let him go on only ever complimenting me on my clothes of my pretty face, but never me. The attention was all I wanted, so more and more I started trying to become more beautiful. I started exercising more, dieting and waking up earlier to have time to get ready. I slowly became more tired during the day, I’ll never know if it was my fault, but Connor broke up with me. I had the normal sadness of a breakup, some tears, and some yelling, but something worse happened a few days later. Connor tried to kill himself. Was it my fault, I don’t know, but I do know that his suicide attempt almost killed …show more content…
The voice inside my head telling me to stop eating and keep running was still there. What killed me the most was seeing Connor again. It was a normal day, and I had nothing to do, so I went to the movies. I turned my head to see Connor standing in the far corner with his friends. He was fine. He was laughing and eating popcorn and enjoying the movie. He was okay, even after a suicide attempt, but somehow I wasn’t. He’s okay, and I was constantly unhappy with myself to the point that I was starving myself. I shouldn’t be striving for perfection. It had almost killed
Most people look at a magazine, a movie, or a show and don’t think twice about it, but I do. I see a model in a magazine or a beautiful actress in a movie and think, “I need to be like them.” Little things every day made me think more and more that I needed to be perfect, so that was what I was striving …show more content…
He was an average teenage boy, who most likely only dated me because of my looks, but I was okay with that. In fact, I wanted that. I let him go on only ever complimenting me on my clothes of my pretty face, but never me. The attention was all I wanted, so more and more I started trying to become more beautiful. I started exercising more, dieting and waking up earlier to have time to get ready. I slowly became more tired during the day, I’ll never know if it was my fault, but Connor broke up with me. I had the normal sadness of a breakup, some tears, and some yelling, but something worse happened a few days later. Connor tried to kill himself. Was it my fault, I don’t know, but I do know that his suicide attempt almost killed …show more content…
The voice inside my head telling me to stop eating and keep running was still there. What killed me the most was seeing Connor again. It was a normal day, and I had nothing to do, so I went to the movies. I turned my head to see Connor standing in the far corner with his friends. He was fine. He was laughing and eating popcorn and enjoying the movie. He was okay, even after a suicide attempt, but somehow I wasn’t. He’s okay, and I was constantly unhappy with myself to the point that I was starving myself. I shouldn’t be striving for perfection. It had almost killed