I used to chase perfection, thinking that I would finally be a worthy person I had it all together, crossed all the items off my to-do list, had all the answers and did all the right things. I used to have this image in the forefront of my mind of who I wanted to be—strong, smart, beautiful, fearless—a list of impossibles that I would use as my self-definition. But the more I chased these unreachable things, the more empty I’d become.