Personal Narrative: My Strive For Perfection

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My strive for perfection was dismantling me. It started with small things that eventually spiraled out of control. I began to take hours before deciding what clothes to wear, only to put on one of the same three outfits I always wore. I wouldn’t let anyone else use my pencils out of fear that they would turn my perfect eraser into a rubber shaped dome. Decisions became too hard to make and mistakes to me were worse than having a group of sharks slowly tear apart my body. All of this was fine until it started affecting my grades. I got my first C in fifth grade and I cried for a week, I got my first F in ninth grade and refused to talk to anyone about it. I let my friends think I was doing excellent in all my classes because that’s what everyone
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