The parts I am feeling currently:
Since I am open and honest about my imperfections, it has maybe given some people (including, but not limited to, me) the impression that they are whole and I am not. But in fact, we are equal.
I have believed the lie that I am less, I am more of a mess than other people, and I should be more like them. I have felt that I have so far to go before I can be acceptable, be one of you.
That’s a lie. It’s all a lie.
I am not less.
My mess is not messier than your mess.
I don’t have farther to go than anyone else to be acceptable, relatable, and enjoyable.
I go to the same place you go, and that’s to Jesus.
I’m not going to tell myself that I should be single because I would make a horrible wife or mother
I’m going to say, “I don’t believe these lies, anymore.” And they will fall, lifeless, to the ground.