For the longest time, I always thought I had to be "perfect", and I had to perfect everything I did. I can't pinpoint how it all began, but it was awful!
I'd freak out if my hair wouldn't behave. I wouldn't eat but 2c of veggies a day. I exercised frequently and did 100 crunches every night before bed. I was only 135# when I graduated high school. I was very broken. I don't know who I was comparing myself to, but I was delusional thinking that if everything was perfect, I'd be happy.
I'm so glad I grew up and sought counselling. My head was screwed on not too tightly, or maybe it was over tightened.
The only way I learned the truth behind happiness was listening to people talk. Everyone that looked so perfect, to me were broken on the inside. Many hid battles they dealt with, daily. The ones who strived for perfection, like me, had horrible self images.
When things don't go as planned, it's alright. That's just a change of plans. If my hair won't do what I want it to do, I try figuring out what it wants to do. Yeah, life's messy, but everything washes and dries. If it's leather or wool, it can be replaced.
Now that I've grown up, I value time and life as the best parts of life. I don't care if someone decides they need my stuff more than me. My life, and the lives of my loved ones means more than things.
Where are your priorities? Have you allowed things or people to rob you of your joy? Just reorganize your thoughts by stepping back, closing your eyes, taking a few deep, slow breaths and prioritize.
I'd freak out if my hair wouldn't behave. I wouldn't eat but 2c of veggies a day. I exercised frequently and did 100 crunches every night before bed. I was only 135# when I graduated high school. I was very broken. I don't know who I was comparing myself to, but I was delusional thinking that if everything was perfect, I'd be happy.
I'm so glad I grew up and sought counselling. My head was screwed on not too tightly, or maybe it was over tightened.
The only way I learned the truth behind happiness was listening to people talk. Everyone that looked so perfect, to me were broken on the inside. Many hid battles they dealt with, daily. The ones who strived for perfection, like me, had horrible self images.
When things don't go as planned, it's alright. That's just a change of plans. If my hair won't do what I want it to do, I try figuring out what it wants to do. Yeah, life's messy, but everything washes and dries. If it's leather or wool, it can be replaced.
Now that I've grown up, I value time and life as the best parts of life. I don't care if someone decides they need my stuff more than me. My life, and the lives of my loved ones means more than things.
Where are your priorities? Have you allowed things or people to rob you of your joy? Just reorganize your thoughts by stepping back, closing your eyes, taking a few deep, slow breaths and prioritize.