
The perfect but false version of me...
{Editor’s Note: Today’s post was written by Sara Anderson. You can read more about Sara at the end of the post.}
I grew up in a glass house.
A preacher’s daughter, I was taught at a young age that our family was on display. We were the model for what a family was to look like. All eyes were on us.
Perfection became not just my standard but my obsession. When I was incapable of attaining perfection, I became really good at hiding my imperfections. So good, in fact, that I had almost fooled myself into thinking I was perfect. [Read more...]






















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