Philautia

She is a Perfectionist

She is a perfectionist. Nothing ever quite in place. Her eraser frayed from the constant back and forth motion of her hand as she is dissatisfied again. Her other works remain in the corner unfinished as she moves on to the next. Frustration turns to anger then sadness then settles, to disappointment. The more you stare the more it starts to disfigure into something unpleasant as your peers look at the same and see a masterpiece. Fortunately, there is the diamond in the rough, that turns out okay. Your face doesn't contort into a grimace when you stare; you flip it up, down, and around making sure your mind doesn't trick you into disliking something you worked so hard at. Trying to catch all the imperfections, when in reality the more you try to perfect it, the more the imperfections appear. But for once you leave it alone. Occasionally sneaking a peek to make sure it hasn't changed from moments before. Until the cycle starts again. She is a perfectionist, and one day she will not worry about perfections and create beautiful artwork and wonderful writing. But for right now, she will be okay, even if she doesn't believe it just yet.

                                             A/N
Remember it's okay to have flaws, it's part of who you are. One of my flaws, is I'm a major perfectionist. I've been that since I was a kid. But it only applies to my writing and art. Have you ever erased something completely because you didn't like the way your handwriting looked? Yeah that's me lol. Embrace yourself, flaws and all. Throughout the work, I'll be doing writing like this, she is... or she was... something like that. Until next time❤️