Tracy* seemed to have it all; she was smart, pretty, well-liked and the head of her school choir. Yet in her mind, she was falling short. Everywhere. Her A minuses weren’t As, her size six jeans weren’t size two, her friends weren’t considered the “cool” girls and her voice was just “OK.”
We’ve all seen it: the bedroom that looks like a bombsite. Dirty clothes scattered everywhere, solitary socks separated from their mates, sneakers hiding under the desk like guilty criminals…and yes, books and papers and calculators and binders…everywhere.