If I just didn't care what I looked like,
would I even have an eating disorder?
Probably not.
I have always been so concerned
with the perception that others have of me.
Always too concerned about what other people think.
Why do I care?
I think it is somewhat handed down from my parents.
They were both always so concerned about appearance and manners.
When they would take my brother and I out anywhere,
we had to be be well behaved and polite.
It mattered to them what other people thought,
so I always tried so hard to be perfect for them.
No one ever told me that there was no such thing as perfect.
Monday, September 17, 2007
Perfect
Posted by Angela at 2:51 PM
Labels: eating disorders, perfection
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