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Perfection is overrated

Perfection is overrated. It is the impossible brass ring, that keeps women running in circles. It keeps us critical of our bodies and faces. It keeps us from opening our homes to friends and family (when things aren't just so). I believe the quest for perfection is a tool of the evil one, to keep women (especially) off balance, unsure of themselves, weak. After all, if you were confident in your own beauty, felt good about your home, making you hospitable to all, if you felt good in your clothing, confident of your parenting skills...... what could stop you from being all that He created you to be? What would stop you from trying new things, pushing yourself out of your comfort zone, what would stop you from growing into someone influential, someone who makes a huge difference in the world. Nothing would. Ah ha.... so who wins if you chase your tail trying to look like the hot (photoshopped) women in the magazines? Who wins if you constantly compare yourself to women you think are so much better than you? Food for thought my friends. Love you!

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