I struggle with perfectionism.
Always have, probably always will.
For a whole lot of reasons, I grew up surrounded by the message that who I was — smart, curious, creative — was not desirable or OK. I lived in a place and time when pretty, popular and athletic were valued, and I was raised by parents who also probably never heard from their parents that …
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