Today, I realized that I live almost a double life. One that wants to be just me and the other that strives toward perfection. I think too much about perfection sometimes. When this happens that is when the old me comes about. The one that wanted to be a perfect athlete and daughter. The one that strives to be the image everyone wants to be. The person that did not balance between starvation and over eating. Both were my pleasure. I know that I have been struggling with this issue again but I do not want to return to that point. I know that I must diet to be healthy but I do not wish to be unhealthy again due to the need to be perfect. So instead I battle this in my own head and write to let it be just there in black and white.