===================================Just as I was preparing for my shower, there it was.
Staring me right in the face, was 120 pages of all the reasons I'm not good enough.
I tried to avert my gaze so that I wouldn't be starring the tiny twenty-something in the face.
But then, as always... I had to keep looking.
As if her scantily clad picture on the cover wasn't enough... I had to peak inside as well to curb my masochism.
I flicked on the bathroom light and scrutinized myself in the mirror.
Pimple (again) and my hair looked flat, less shiny and a lot less blond than I remembered it.
I tried to console myself with the usual reminder that... no one is perfect and Photoshop can do amazing things.
But that realization isn't always enough to prevent the comparison of Real-life-me to Celeb-Her.
Because while I emerged from that shower clean and pretty... she still had me beat with "perfection."