Being a perfectionist feels like an albatross around my neck, constantly weighing me down with expectations and self-imposed pressure. From a young age, I was taught to strive for perfection in every aspect of my life. I was told what to do. How to act. What to wear. The message was clear: do more, do better.
The pressure was overwhelming and I was constantly trying to reach impossible standards set by my parents and the Korean society. As I’ve gotten older, I’ve come to realize that this pursuit of perfection is a never-ending cycle. No matter how much I accomplished or how hard I worked, it was never enough.
Even to this day, I’m doing whatever I can to “live my best life”. I’m doing intermittent fasting. Go to the gym. Make sure that I get adequate rest. Rigorous skincare game. Put on makeup so I seem more awake…alive if you will. Get that bag, and make more money. Spend more time with family. Make room for friends. Get more certs and degrees.
The cycle is vicious and endless.
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