Dear and Perfect Brooke

There are tales. tales we use to say. There are expectations. Expectations for the perfect girl. We saw her strong, none one cared to think she felt asleep crying. She acted like nothing was wrong, but maybe our perfect girl was just really good at lying. She looked me in the eye. I asked why was she so nice. And with a smile in her face she kindly said: maybe I just don't want anyone to feel this way.
All she ever wanted was for her mother to show she was proud of her. For her dad, to see her struggle and stand for her. For the people that surrounded her to tell her to stop. That it was ok not to be perfect; that they were proud of her either way. But she never got that. She was never enough, never ready for life; never what they wanted. Because no matter how beautiful, charismatic or clever you are. It's never good enough.

Do you want to be perfect?

Do you even know what it takes to be perfect?

Are you ready to loose yourself to society?

Is it worth it?

I don't think so. SHE doesn't think so.