Faking Perfection
You are INVITED! Welcome to the Brighton High School 10 Year Reunion!
Ever since I was in high school, I’ve held the title of “Little Miss Perfect.” One thing I can say for sure is that no one would have expected to catch me and my husband getting busy in the band room at my ten year reunion.
To some, perfection means being free of faults. It means being as good as possible. To me, it holds a sense of falsehood. While I don’t know where the name came from, I’ve strived to live up to it…most of the time.
Even as a generally, happily married, stay-at-home mother of three, the perception follows me. To PTA meetings, class mom duties, and general life as I know it. Sometimes I wonder if I do these things to keep the image going. Sometimes I think it’s the wine that keeps me going.
The invite to my high school reunion throws me for a loop. I had been voted Most Likely to Succeed. To succeed at what, I’m not really sure. I doubt it’s fundraisers and wiping butts.
What will they think of me now? Will they see through my facade, or will the real me be enough?
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