How My Perfectionist Became My Personal Assistant
For years I was controlled by the whip of Perfectionism. She kept constant watch, always making sure that I lived up to her impossible standards. No matter the circumstances, I was expected to display not just a hilarious wit, a dazzling intellect and a spotless apartment, but also a perfect figure to boot. If ever I slipped, showing even the slightest sign of needing help, emotional vulnerability, disorderliness or slackness in the maintenance of my body, she would instantly
