I decided to come home for the weekend so I could focus more on my homework. The only problem with coming home is the fact that it reminds me of just how unsuccessful I am with what it is I want to do with my life- Cirque du Soleil. My father is the CEO of a huge food company, and my mom is the world champion in competitive aerobics (a dumb sport) and almost went to the Olympics for gymnastics. She's anorexic, a perfectionist, and always tries to control what I eat. It's a mind fuck and I hate being around it.
Whenever I speak to my parents about my passion, they never seem to understand or care. It's as if I'm complaining about a daily, regular thing in my life. I'm just a little sick of my friends being more proud of me than my own family. I built my own hand balancing pegs in October because I was THAT passionate about getting to the best that I can be, so I trained myself without any help of a coach. But it's never really good enough.
I showed my mom a few of my tricks on the pegs. "Great. That's great," she said, not smiling. It's almost a sarcastic compliment. I know I'm not AMAZING, but no matter what, she never seems impressed with my hard work. And it affects my self-esteem, which leads me to my eating/workout habits of trying to be perfect.
This is me on my hand balancing pegs. I figured I should put pictures up since I'm venting about it.

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