She always looked beautiful, like she was ready to watch others get into the trenches. Her shoes looked of glamour and glitz, not appropriate for dirty work. On a Sunday, you could find her lost in her colorful wardrobe and layers of expensive makeup. Who was she really? My eyes couldn't see past the animal print and heels, to her heart. Not only was she fashion to me; she was superior fashion. If I was Walmart, she was Target. Maybe she didn't know how unappealing and undesirable I felt around her. Perhaps she wasn't aware that standing next to her in my jeans and Goodwill sweatshirt made me tug on my clothes and look down in insecurity. Was it her responsibility to adjust her own clothing choices to make me feel important? Does a Pastor's wife have to care about such an insignificant need of the women around her? You tell me.
Contrary to popular belief, marriage isn't a prison or paradise. Contrary to popular belief, your acne may never go away. Contrary to popular belief, it isn't always the man who cheats. Contrary to popular belief, love isn't a feeling. Contrary to popular belief, society isn't right about how you should think and feel and live. Contrary to popular belief,...I'm not the goody goody girl my family always thought me to be. And that's okay.