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The Real Me ....

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I know I have screwed up as a wife, a mother, a daughter and as a friend because I don't always say or do the "right things". 

I have a smart mouth. I can be loud. I have secrets. I have scars because I have a history. 

Some people love me, some don’t.  Most people  have an opinion of me.

I have done good in my life. I have done bad in my life. I go without makeup in public. I wear ball caps and t-shirts. I don't dress up for the most part and sometimes I don’t even want to get dressed at all.

I am random, outspoken and I can be silly. I will not pretend to be someone I am not. I am a fighter and will stand my ground for something I truly believe in or something I feel strongly about.

I am broken to a point, but unbroken as I have healed from things that have caused me pain. 

If I love you, I will do it with my whole heart, mind, soul and being because that’s just the way I love and the way I want to be loved back and I will make no apologies for the way I am. 

There are a lot of things I am not… but one thing I certainly am is loyal. TO. THE.  CORE. 

If I were anyone but me, I would want someone just like me in my corner. 

Someone to bring their strengths to my weaknesses. Someone to share secrets with. Someone to love unconditionally. Someone to pick me up when I’m down. Someone to laugh and cry with. Someone to stand by me regardless of my faults. Someone to help hold me accountable for doing what is right. Someone to be a positive influence in negative times.  

I am perfectly imperfect but I am 100% all of those things and a lot more.  I have been 54 years in the making ... Here I am!! This is the real me. 

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  1. VickieMarch 9, 2020 at 9:17 AM

    You be you. I love you and always think of you as the strong one. I've never been perfect ,I'm still learning myself at 51 ,NO.. 52 this week. Lol..I've done alot of bad but also good. If we haven't made mistakes how would we grow? mental and spiritual growth comes from accual living, making mistakes and learning to let go. I'm proud of you and you have been through alot and still rise above. Yes you be you.♥️

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