When I think of the word perfect, I think of something only a few can achieve, anything that I can compare myself to. For a few weeks, I have been1 one girl who is in a few of my middle school classes.It seemslikeshe has a 2 life- lots of friends, all A's, and everything anyone could ever want, 3 in my point of view.
One day, I was talking to my teacher about one of the upcoming tests when I saw the girl 4 me in a strange way. I 5 started to feel surprised and think, "Why is shelooking at me? Did I do something wrong? Is my hair messed up?" When the class was dismissed and everyone was 6 to their next class, she caught up to me and said," I just thought you should know, I think you are really 7 . "I then watched her as she walked away and thought, "She thinks I am pretty?"
The whole day, I 8 up thinking about one thing. That was, "Why does she think that?" After thinking about that 9 in my head through each second of the day, I came to learn one big10 : everyone has their own in securities even though they may not be discovered on the 11 . In this case, I was thinking that she was everything I wanted to be and she thought the 12 of me. Both of us are not perfect. It is our 13 to either accept that and love ourselves or keep torturing(折磨) ourselves with 14 . I think that being able to fully love yourself is the 15 meaning of the word perfect.
