Once there was a girl who saw her own life through the eyes of another being, yet the slightest mistakes she picked out she could not fix. She could not remember when she began to analyze her actions, nor has she ever truly been satisfied with herself. As as young girl she has been continuously challenged by the obstacles in her life that refused to let her lead a "perfect" life, but having a loving family and caring friends, she embraced, like the multiples of other problems she faced, the word "perfectionist." Realizing the public perception stamped onto her granted her insight; she believed that perfectionism wasn't her identity--it was something she must negate if not eliminate. Luckily she realized that her self-identity would be continuously shot down by how others perceive her and that what she identified as her true self couldn't even compare with the stereotype the general public threw her in. It was then, she decided to take advantage of her branded label to criticize the public: when she ignored the bumpy surfaces and occasionally overlooked the simple errors, she was able to feel relief for she was getting closer to leaving the generalization implanted on her. When she was stressed by the stupidity of some person, she was able to feel intelligent, perspective and full of prime caution.
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