Knowing the fact that no human could be perfect, my determination to accomplish the impossible was merely unstoppable. I would never be satisfied with any of my accomplishments for they were never perfect enough. Instead of giving myself a pat on the back for the amount of effort I put into the work, I would pin point on the little imperfections I made. I thought putting my self- esteem down would literally make me accomplish my life goal.
             My term of being the "perfectionist" was to be accepted by everyone. My desire for being accepted in the society made me compare myself to the models and actresses that played the role of "perfectionism". These walking clothes hangers laughed and laughed in front of my "green" eyes for I felt jealousy because they had what I didn't have. Day by day, I would pile my bedroom floor with useless magazines featuring models that looked like they were ready to fall apart. I personally did not admire these so called "raging beauties", but because the society that I lived in called these so called "raging beauties" the role model of "perfectionism"; my goals were basically to lose weight and become the clothes hanger that everyone admired. I was at a hefty weight of 185lbs at the height of 5'6"when my ego emerged. I did not care one bit of what others thought of me until I slowly realized that people treated me with more respect for the fact that I was trimming down. I saw so many ad!
             vantages that the thin girls got than the not so thin girls such as me. Day by day, I was disappointed in how materialistic this society was. In my point of view, I wouldn't refer to the society as being materialistic but the majority of people in the society that are materialistic that give society a bad name.
             I entered as an incoming freshmen at high school weighing 165 at the height of 5'8". 20 lbs seemed a lot of weight to los...