perfection.
there's this perception that perfection will make us happy.
I mean really, what's perfection?
we see it as someone being faultless.
someone without anything to worry about,
because they're faultless.
but maybe that's not really what perfection is.
maybe perfection, is someone being completely happy with who they are,
and being the best to their ability.
maybe that's perfection.
maybe that's what
it takes to be happy.
I want a boy who can meet up to my standards. I want to meet a boy that actually cares. One that counts down the seconds until he gets to see me again even if it's just for a couple of minutes. I want a boy that can act totally silly with me but still be romantic. A boy that will kiss me in front of his friends and when we're alone. A boy who will miss me as soon as we part. I want to be the last person he thinks about before he goes to bed and the first when he wakes up. I want a boy who I could have fun with no matter what; whether that’s out on the town or just sitting at home watching movies. I want a boy who still thinks of me the
you hit a homerun for.
the one you score a touchdown for.
the one you look up in the stands for to make sure shes there,
the one who makes you smile,
makes you laugh.
the one who makes you you.
&& makes your heart skip a beat.
okay?
I just want to be ^^ that girl
We're always looking for ways to be better.
Be thinner, look prettier.
But when you're down to ninety-four pounds, what's left?
Four pounds.
And you constantly tell yourself you're going to get rid of it.
Even if it means chewing ice to trick your body.
Even if it means lying to everyone you love.
Four more pounds and you're perfect.
Four more pounds and you're beautiful.
You're going to be perfect.
Even if it means you're constantly sick.
Even if it means you die trying.
Four more pounds and it'll only be five more pounds.
Just a little more, and you're free