SERIES 7: THE PRESSURE TO BE PERFECT
#TheUnseenStruggle
They said I was “the good one.”
“The one who never disappoints.”
“The example.”
And without realizing it,
I became trapped in a role I never auditioned for.
Perfection wasn’t a choice.
It was expected.
And when you’re the first daughter,
Without abiding by the roles often feels like failure.
I learned early how to tuck away flaws.
How to smile through pain.
How to get it right, or not at all.
Because mistakes meant, “You’re slipping.”
Because failure meant, “You’re not who we thought you were.”
So I chased perfect.
In my grades.
In my emotions.
In how I showed up.
Even when it broke me quietly.
I’m praised for my composure,
But no one sees the anxiety behind it.
I’m told I’m responsible,
But no one asks, if I’m exhausted.
I’m admired for having it together,
But they never notice the cracks I hide in silence.
Because perfect girls don’t cry.
Perfect daughters, don’t fall apart.
Perfect sisters, don’t need space.
I learned to shrink my messiness.
To silence my sadness.
To overperform just to feel enough.
But I’m tired.
Tired of being held to a standard that leaves no room to breathe.
Tired of being the one who can’t afford to be unsure.
Tired of performing wholeness while I crumble inside.
What if I’m not perfect?
What if I don’t want to be?
What if I just want to be me?
Messy.
In process.
Growing.
Still worthy.
From ADA — The First Daughter
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