Atelophobia
(n.) The fear of imperfection. The fear of never being good enough.
Am I pretty enough?
Staring at her reflection, she tilted her head to the side. Tracing her jaw line with her finger and fluttering her eyes. Flashing a smile then winking. Playing with her hair then leaning close to check for pimples.
...No, not pretty enough.
Am I skinny enough?
Stepping back she turned so that her side faced the mirror. She measured her waist with her hands, feeling the bumps of her body.
...No, not skinny enough.
Am I tall enough?
Going onto her tippy-toes, she pressed herself against the door frame. Marking her height with a black permanent marker. Taking some measuring tape, she checked her height.
...No, not tall enough.
Am I smart enough?
She walked up to the teacher who had called her name. Taking the papers back with her mark, she didn't look at them 'till she got back to her desk. Flipping the papers over, she held her breath
...No, not smart enough.
Am I independent enough?
Biting her lip to stop herself from asking for help, she smiled and shook her head - denying those who tried.
Am I out-going enough?
Reaching out, they denied her. She tried and yet they smiled and shook their heads. Leaving her behind for something else.
...No, not out-going enough.
Am I perfect?
Looking into the mirror, weighing herself and checking her height. Taking online IQ tests and quizzes. Inviting others out and posting pictures of herself on Instagram.
... No, I'm not perfect
But, I guess that's okay.
Smiling at her reflection, she headed out for another day.
Again.
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Little Parts of Me
RandomA book to chuck in some short stories, rants and ideas into. The time between updates depends purely on feeling for the day so everything is kind of disorganised. Take your time reading and enjoy!
