I am fortunate, not because my life is perfect, but because it is not. Being a perfectionist, I struggled to accept my imperfect life and have repeatedly cursed its course. I have dreamt about switching places with my childhood best friend who has a loving father, a father who took her to ballet and hip-hop classes when she was younger. I long to be able to spend more than $25 on an Urban Outfitters dress like most of my friends. Jealousy...