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a potpourri of sense and feminine lunacy

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i need grace

Do you ever get the feeling that no matter what you do, its not good enough?

Certain people have an amazing tendency to make us feel that way. It's easy to tell from the tone of their voice or from a look in their eye that you've failed to live up to their standards.That ought to be their problem. Not mine. No, i have a right to say, "i don't want to be made to feel like this."

But what am i supposed to do when the hard taskmaster is a little closer to home? What am i supposed to do when i see my critic every time i look into the mirror?