Sometimes when you look at me, you don’t see the real me but rather my mask. I wear it to cover up my imperfections…my pain…to appear closer to the “perfect” I feel I should be. I think that it protects me; if no one can see the real me, then there is no risk of rejection…I am safe in my prison of perfection. But it is all a lie. I am still just as vulnerable with the mask on…it doesn’t protect me put rather separates me from the real love of people who would care about me, imperfections and all. Trying to cover up my wounds doesn’t help either. As I once heard…”wounds have to be left open to heal.” So I am taking off my mask, embracing all life’s joys and pains… I no longer need to pretend perfect, for God doesn’t expect us to be perfect, but loves us for just being. The verse that speaks to me is Roman’s 5:8, “But God demonstrates his own love for us in this: While we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”
A special thanks to my model Emily for braving the cold and wet snow for me…you are awesome girl!
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