Atelophobia

What if I don't fit in? What if I get low grades? What if my hair looks ugly? These are thoughts that got to me every night. They were thoughts that haunted me every day. I would try to take my mind off of them but I couldn't escape my thoughts, my worries, my feelings.

This is when I learned that I had Atelophobia, fear of imperfection.

During school, it was all about what grades we got or who the new hottie in school was. But I never really cared about those things until now.

When I was younger, let's say about 11. I didn't care about what other people thought about me or if I got bad grades or anything like that. But then I hit the age of 16, then suddenly everything made me anxious. What if my hair looks bad? What if I get an F? What if I don't finish my work to a high standard like I usually do?

Every day, those thoughts ran through my mind and I wanted something to change to stop these thoughts.

And who knows if those thoughts will leave my mind, maybe they will maybe they won't maybe society will change and none of those things I called my thoughts will matter. Maybe someday, but it surely won't happen today.