That’s what a blog is for.
I have issues.
I’m sad, I refuse to clean, I am lazy, I would rather spend more time in my bed than anywhere else, I yell at my dog, my husband, my friends. I am simultaneously super vain about my body and find it to be an incredible disaster that I could never love. I’m selfish, I don’t live up to my potential, and I don’t follow through with plans. I’m judgmental and cavalier. I lie and I can never keep a secret. I dress inappropriately for the weather.
Everyone has issues. Every perfect person is troubled. And everyone is worthy.
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