The perfect-version-of-myself is most definitely a fictional character.
I was at Munro’s yesterday, checking out the children’s section, and they had a set of books for kids, something about what they want to be when they grow up. The options for boys were; race car driver, fire fighter, and astronaut. The options for girls? Princess, and fairy.
One part of me is saying, “That is terrible, unfair, and misleading.”
The other part of me really wants to be a princess.