Perfect. What is perfect? It's measured by society, that much is true. No stretch marks, clear skin, tan legs, and painted toenails are all components of being perfect. The only issue with perfection is that it doesn't exist. Everyone takes their turn on the struggle bus at some point. Imperfection is part of being human. I should know all about that. I've spent seventeen years trying to achieve perfection, only to fall short every single time. Perfection is an unattainable standard, yet regardless, we expect it from everyone we know; especially the ones we love the most. My name is Hanna Carter, and this is my story of my fall from grace, my tragic disappointment, my own personal imperfection.
