Perfection is described by the dictionary as the state or quality of being or becoming perfect.
In my eyes, perfection is just that. The need and yearning to be perfect. If I’m not perfect, than what am I?
Every time the scale spits out another number, I either jump for joy or buckle underneath the pressuring voices in my head.
If you didn’t eat that piece of cake/spoon of salsa/chicken wing, you wouldn’t have gained those extra pounds.
If the scale keeps giving me these ugly numbers, something will have to be done.