What is perfection?

I've been wondering a lot lately about the idea of being perfect. My whole life I have always felt this pressure to be great at everything, which only intensified as I got older. Be a good cook, but stay in shape. Be a good student, but make sure you have a social life too. Dress stylish, keep the house clean, be supermom, be witty and fun, be daring, be everything. 

Is anyone else noticing something wrong with this picture? Even just reading through that list is enough to give me anxiety issues (which I already have, go figure.) Today I woke up and wondered, whose idea of perfect was I trying to be? It definitely wasn't mine. I'm never going to be that kind of perfect. And trying so hard all the time to achieve it leaves me feeling frazzled and unsatisfied. Today, I'm going to stop trying. I'm just going to be me. Harry Potter loving, funny face making, movie line memorizing, would rather eat than exercise, sometimes too lazy to shave my legs even though I need to, could read all day and forget to shower, me.

Sounds like perfection. :)