Overcoming Perfectionism

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Perfectionism taught me how to look in the mirror

And see everything that needed to be fixed

 

It taught me how to write a sentence

And erase it to be rewritten

It taught me not to share my ideas until they were fully developed

So I missed the joy of sharing them or the insight my friends could give

 

Perfectionism taught me how to obsess

How to over think

How to convince myself that I’d better stay home anyway

I’d better not post anyway

I’d better not write anyway

I’d better not create anyway

 

It taught me to smile when I didn’t want to

How to wear what I didn’t want to

How to ignore the inclination to yell or talk too loudly

Because it wasn’t “lady like”

 

Perfectionism taught me that unless I was perfect I was wrong

Better to be hidden than to be wrong so I

Only spoke up when I knew I was right

 

Perfectionism taught me how to look cold in crowds

And overly excited or bored

Because I didn’t want to display the wrong emotion

 

Perfectionism taught me that I am not perfect

I am only flesh and bone and blood and melanin and mistakes and giggles and

Sometimes there’s yellow on my teeth or pimples on my skin

 

Perfectionism taught me that I would never be perfect anyway so I

Decided not to be a perfectionist