This could very well be the most narcissistic-seeming blog post I ever put on here. And maybe I'll regret it someday. But today, I was reminded that God made me perfect the way I am. He never intended for me to cover myself up with makeup. He looks at me and says, "Ah, there you are, my beautiful one. I marvel at you because I created you." So as I took these photos, and even now as I am posting them, I give God the glory for who I am. For the blemishes, the little wrinkles, the tiny birthmark under my right eye. I magnify God for my being.

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I mean, just look at the wrinkles! If I didn't have them, I couldn't bend my wrist. It'd be hard to shake hands with someone. Or waving hello? Yeah, I couldn't do that either. Wrinkles are a necessity. 

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