I am an introvert. I am a nerd. I am also very smart. I am beautiful. I am talented in many things, and I’m generally lazy. But obsessive compulsive.
Smart and beautiful, you would think I could have the world.
The expectation that I was going to grow up and be a doctor or do something amazing. Everything I tried I should instantly be the best – ballet, music, math, science.
But what if I wasn’t? What if I was? How can I be a ballerina if I’m supposed to be a doctor? I should quit rather than fail. Not try to start than fail.
What if I like math and science, but don’t want to treat patients? What if I don’t actually know what I like versus what I’m told to like?