I was crushed.
By what she said.
She was right.
I sucked at life.
Trying to be perfect all the time.
There is no trying (h/t Yoda).
There is no perfect.
I tried to detach from the idea of being a perfect person.
Trying to do that is like trying to type this right now.
I kept holding myself to an impossible standard.
I couldn't accept myself unconditionally.
Then I was liberated.
When I stopped trying.
I stopped trying to fix my past.
Fixing my past by trying to perfect my present.
I put the past back.
Back in its place.
Where it belongs.
I started living from a possible future.
One where I could be me.
No matter what that looked like.
No longer having to be perfect.
I could be flawed.
From having to look good all the time.