I fear failure. Failure in anything. Anything that isn't done perfectly, I feel horribly about it. I have been a perfectionist since I can remember. The constant overachiever in school regardless of being made fun of but my fear of not being the best at all times.
This fear of failure and being the best at what I do has constantly been a facet of my life. It's led me to not hurting some people around me but to myself. You may not be able to see it now, but I was once 89 pounds after losing 41 pounds in the pursuit of being the best, the thinnest, the prettiest.
I can't say fear of failure and perfectionism hasn't taken me far. I graduated near the top of my class, studied abroad, and won an internship due to my drive.
Now that I'm in college, I got a 3.59 my first semester while my friends from other colleges brag about their 4.0's. I'm trying to learn and accept the fact that my major just isn't easy and that not being perfect doesn't mean I'm a failure. It's a constant battle, but slowly and surely I'm gaining the ability to say "i did my absolute best. I may not have an A+, but I did my best."