Living With Perfectionists (To Come)

Living With Perfectionists (To Come)

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Here's a small peak into my life My dad wants us to be the perfect family, so does my mom... And my brother. As for me, I just want to have a normal life. My mother expects perfect grades from my brother, Kyle, and I, Kristy. My dad expects us to be athletic and in 'perfect' shape, and to be able to be good at everything. My brother wants us to be the best family together, and I have no problem with that, just except that he will get mad at you if you 'ruin' the mood. Which is mostly me. Apparently Kyle and I are perfect children. If you ask why our names start with K, I can answer that. It's because 11 is the 'perfect' number, besides 8. If you ask why I don't want everything perfect, I can answer that too. I used to want everything perfect, up until I was 7, when a speaker came to our school and told us everything has its flaws, and that makes us who we are. I think you know enough, but just in case, lets take a peek into my life Living With Perfectionists
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For the first ten years of my life I always imagined myself a princess. I always saw myself being an amazing, and beautiful person. Everyone saw me as a loving girl who just wanted happiness for everyone and only wanted to see people smile. Until the eleventh grade, when my crush Rayan Lopez called me ugly. I adored that boy with everything, since 7th grade, and that was the day.... I realized I wasn't a princess after all. It's amazing how quickly someone can defeat your dream with the utterance of one word. Whoever said words don't hurt, must have never experienced this. Twenty years later, I cringe whenever I hear it and am immediately brought back to that rainy afternoon when the love for myself diminished. That's why when I opened up my mail and found an invitation to my high school reunion... I nearly passed out.

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