Dearist Little Perfectionist

Somewhere along the way someone you looked up to made you feel like you weren't enough. Like showing up in your rawest form was not enough. Like you being the smartest kid in the classroom, and striving to put accolades to your name meant nothing to them. Like you had to be anything other than yourself, like you had to be perfect to . . . earn . . . love.

Now, even though you detest perfection and strive to let go of the cruelest standard far from love, you obsess. A slight obsession with perfection or a tendency to overextend yourself in service of others means that you're worthy of love. At least that's how you feel. But is it true. No. Of course not. It's just your life. Now what?

You want love and you don't know what the F** it means to be loved. Now what?