Girl Playing Dress Up

I am not going to try to be polished anymore

Or try to walk in those high-heeled shoes

That bruise my feet.

Or run barefoot across the grass

Trying to be free

and never getting anywhere.

No here I stand



No tiara to be found.

Unashamed at the make up smeared on my face

Or the disheveled dress

Never perfect

So very, very broken

Yet I am me

And I am blest.





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I am a recovering approval addict admitting my brokenness and trying to recover authenticity and vulnerability in my walk with God.

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