The perfect girl, she had a laugh of angles, and hair more perfectly placed than a dew drop on a spiders web. She had it all, the friends, the smarts, the money, and the perfect packaging to hold it all. She was perfect, the perfect poison. When ever she is near you hide your rough, unclear face to not be compared to her. When she is near you hide your papers so she can’t see the low grades. When she’s near, you’re afraid to be yourself because you know you’ll never be like her. The peppy perfect girl is poison to your spirit, without trying she crushes who you think you should be.
Don’t try to be society’s perfect, be your own perfect.
– an excerpt from the book of life
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