i stopped caring about being perfect, if someone leaves me for someone “perfect” then so be it, i like myself, i like my body, my face, my hair, my personality, etc. perfection doesn’t exist, there is no ounce of perfection in this world. i have wasted many years trying to be perfect, having that decorative locker, getting good grades, being that amazing family member or friend, having a clean room, being lady like. i’ve slowly became fond of myself, i slowly learned to like myself, even though i can be so utterly stupid i somewhat like myself. i’m still learning self love and don’t get me wrong it’s hard, so hard but most kids my age hate themselves, i’m proud and lucky i am fond of myself. i’m thankful for what i got. i’m not perfect and i never will be.