I'm Perfect

In every way, I'm perfect. Perfection is defined by me.
I cannot make mistakes. Mistakes terrify me. The world may implode
may I ever make a mistake. Of course I won't because I am Perfect. My sister
would always tell me so. Little Ms. Perfect, she would call me. I think she
was jealous, still is if you ask me.

If someone, ever points out that I could be mistaken, incomplete or short on details
I become very. very upset. Poised. But upset. My head silently blows into a million pieces.
My heart pounds out of every artery. I smile. I ask "really? " I blink quickly to pull back my tears
of anger. My thoughts of my shattered mind race. How is this possible, how could I have let this slip, why didn't I prepare. I feel the need to scream, go into a violent rage, instead I stand there staring blankly, with a stupid grin. Then I shut down.

Taking the the perceived criticism. I should have done it better. I failed. My perfection is flawed.
My frosting is cracked. My botox needs renewing. My polish is chipped. I have a cavity.

Day 1 outta how many? oh ya 14

Motivation.
This is the word that describes the begining of the day.

Ate an egg white omelette with an extra cup of veggies. Extra large coffee.
Can't be perfect all the time.

Workout shit it was still as tough as the first time.

Dinner Chicken salad. Liter of water.

Wiped out.

It wasn't a perfect day, I didn't follow the plan to the letter. I need to.
See you tomorrow.