Little miss perfect

I believe some of us, especially city girls, were brought up to be little miss perfects. Even for those who might have had some rebelliousness in us, all our lives, everyone expected us to be just perfect.

We had to have our perfect daily schedules, wear clean and neat cloths, speak only polite words, eat the best food mom put on the table, be the most studious kids in the class. Undoubtedly we would become the most tender caring and nurturing people, who would carry the chaos and roughness of mankind on our shoulders.

When I was little, even whistling was out of lines. Good Chinese girls just don't whistle! Not to mention climbing trees or playing Kung Fu.

Over the years, we could have grown into very different people from those expectations, but secretly and in quiet moments, we still measure ourselves by those rules and standards, which, sadly, were carved into our deep consciousness.

But kindness and niceness are boring! Sooner or later, we got so fed up with all the invisible restrictions and pressure we could scream. Why do we have to be perfect when the rest of the world doesn't seem to give a damn?

So now, I whistle to get my dogs' attention. I kiteboard, and occasionally got swept off my feet doing so. I plant my tree deep and strongly on the yoga mat. And I cook the most delicious wholesome food. I'm who I want to be, not whom I'm expected to be, and I am happy.

I hope you are happy too, because we deserve it!