“But you did a great job”I have been constantly told my entire life. I have been fortunately enough to have an amazing family that supports me with everything and anything I do. My school grades have been above average. My athletic abilities beat the norms. My body doesn’t gain weight. I am so incredibly lucky.
But why don’t I see that. I never feel good enough. Not once has my dad said I have disappointed him, yet everyday I feel like I could be doing more. My grades are high, but anything less than an A gives me anxiety. I was recruited by multiple teams in high school, but yet I didn’t try out for the soccer team in college. I am normal for my height, but yet I still consider myself chubby and find myself skipping meals.
But you would never know. My mom has her own life to care about. I have straight A’s, I can’t complain. I can run 4 miles without stopping. I can go a whole day without eating and not show any signs of fatigue.
But who cares. I can pretend to be happy with my parent’s divorce. I can pretend to live with the stress classes put on my back. I can pretend to forget about the adrenaline felt in a game. I can pretend to walk across campus confident in my body.