The real me.
The real me laughs loud, hugs hard, loves deep.
The real me is without makeup, without care, without consequence.
The real me is frightened and fearful and functioning under unwarranted grace.

The real me is simply complicated.

The real me appears in control, but knows chaos rules.
The real me strives for perfection, but fails believing the delusion.
The real me teaches about a faithful God, but wavers in faith of His promises.
The real me needs a friend, a savior, a redeemer.
The real me is broken and perferated and ugly and empty.
The real me desires to be accepted in spite of failures, known in spite of fear, loved in spite of me.
The real me believes there is a real you. I’ve spoken about keepin’ it real many times before on the blog, but Mike Foster and the crew at People of the Second Chance have started the #RealMe campaign for Twitter and facebook sites. And it’s rad. The challenge is to change all glamor shots and replace them with the real us. No pretenses, no photoshop, no StarShots. The real you. Go check out their site. It’s rad.
So, the question remains: who is the real you?

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