Addiction to Whiteness Part 2
Perfectionism Is a Cage with Pretty Walls
I used to think being good would keep me safe.
If I could just be good enough…
Say it right enough…
Clean up fast enough after I made a mistake…
Then maybe the harm would bypass me.
Maybe I could avoid the conflict.
Maybe I’d get to belong.
But here’s the truth: I was addicted to perfectionism.