When You Can't Remember Why You're Hurt,

So I Grew Up Feeling That I Wasn't Good Enough, And That No-one Would Love Me Unless I Was Perfect. But No-one's Perfect, We're Not Meant To Be Perfect. We're Meant To Be Complete. But It's Hard To Be Complete If You're Trying To Be Perfect, So You Kind Of Become Disembodied. And I Spent A Lot Of My Life That Way.""and If You Don't Own Your Strength... Women Like Me Tend To Always Look Over Their Shoulder To See Who... "who's The Leader? Who's The Smart One?" Never Thinking It Might Be Me. Took A Long Time For Me To Get Over That.

I Believe People Have Different Ways Of Approaching The Word. For Me, It's Metaphor, Written By People A Long Time After Christ Died And Interpreted By Specific Groups. I Read The Gospels That Aren't Included In The Bible. These Make Me Feel Good About Calling Myself A Christian.

Telling Lies And Showing Off To Get Attention Are Mistakes I Made That I Don't Want My Kids To Make.

In My Marriages, I'd Lost Parts Of Who I Was Because I Was Trying To Mold Myself Into What I Thought A Man Wanted Me To Be.

This Toxic Striving For Perfection Is A Female Thing. How Many Men Obsess About Being Perfect? For Men, Generally, Good Enough Is Good Enough.