Perfect?

Society screams at us from all sides that we have to be perfect. They try to tell us that perfection is stick-thin legs and flat stomachs and hair that’s never out of place and skin that’s always clear.  They try to tell us that perfection is a million-dollar house and a sports car and fame.

But when models are photoshopped and Hollywood is an illusion, even the perfect ones can’t be perfect. They, too, are an illusion, fake happy lives lived for the cameras, and I wonder what happens when those cameras are gone. Do they transform into normal people, or have they fooled even the most private areas of their minds to believe that they can be the exception, that they can be perfect? We are all good actors and actresses. We have to be to survive in this world. We live through each day being who everyone else wants us to be. But some of us are better at it than others. And I wonder if these people, in their exceptional ability to create perfect illusions, have managed to trick themselves into thinking they are what they pretend to be. I wonder what they’re hiding from.