After my perfectionism started, another thing added to the list of everything that needed to be perfect.
You see, I started to go to church 4 years ago. After I started going, I had to know almost every story in the bible. Every story.
I thought everyone had to know that I was a great christian. I thought everyone had to think I was just so awesome for knowing all the stories in the bible.
Not just one thing had to be perfect about me. But then, I had to be as good as I possibly could. Perfectly good.
I had to be as nice to everyone as I could. I had to be kind to those who were different.
By then, almost everything had to be perfect. Almost.