Perfect

I’m kaylee every since I was little I always felt the need to fit in and be perfect. I would sit in the bathroom for hours piling my face with makeup, picking the right outfit to wear, so I can get into whatever my friends are into. ‘ ‘ ‘Ring ring’ “Girl is you ready” ? “Yeah I’m getting ready now”, “I’m ready to leave out and stuff”,”so what all we about to do girl”?, “okay,we can do that girl just let me know”. When my dad found out I was sleeping around, with a boy. He was so upset because he wanted his daughter to be perfect,Well at least in his eyes. I was grounded and couldn’t come out, until I went off to college. My mom always told me, in order for me to have, a good husband, I had to be smart. So all my acting wild in high school days, trying to fit in been over. I would sit outside, enjoy nature, read my books day after day, that’s where I met this guy name Anthony. My mom would put us on a million dates and give me lesson after lesson, so I wouldn’t mess up a good thing, with my soon to be husband. Sitting outside reading my books, was actually pretty relaxing, but was it perfect enough. I was so competitive and always wanted to stay fit. I would even go out for runs, so I can have that perfect size six body. Something in my heart, made me hate being short. If Only I could be at least 5’9, that would be perfect. So I put on High heels, so it could give me that sense of security. All of my friends are slim, so everything I eat matters to me, So I eat small healthy meals, like cheese sticks, raisins, a orange and water. That would last me for the whole day. If I catch myself eating big meals, I would make myself throw up, in the bathroom and I set a alarm on my phone, to remind me to eat healthy. So what I eat matters to me, because I have to be perfect enough, to fit in with my model type friends. My life completely turned upside down, when I recieved news my father passed away, I didn’t want to leave the house, I lost touch on how to carry myself, I didn’t see my friends in months. All because I was too embarrassed, for them to see me looking bad like this. I lost everything the house, my job because he owned it. My life was a mess. I accidentally ran into my friend, Trisha On a Monday.

She saw me looking so messed up, she even cracked a few jokes and offered to help me. I said no, because I knew down the line, she would be bragging to everyone about how she did it. And I refuse to have my name tarnished like that. It sucks trying to keep up with being perfect. I don’t have a dad, a husband, a house nothing, and I’m starving for crying out loud. I’m over it I don’t want to be perfect anymore. And if that makes me a nobody. Then a nobody I will be. (TO BE CONTINUED)

Created by :Newbii Meshay

-Shuntrell smith