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Sitting at my sons basketball game last weekend I accidentally snapped a selfie of my jeans. In the middle of one too many Boomerangs who knew my auto capturing selfie skills would be pretty artistic. Not to mention these jeans are AH-MAY-ZING!

They are super torn, rips and everything but…they are perfect. Kind of like you and me loves. Miriam reminds me of this all the time.

If there is one thing I’ve learned about myself it’s that this chick does not do well following rules. Rules can shove it, but mostly when they are there to oppress. Why? Because making another’s carefully woven narrative comfortable is not a rule I’m interested in following.

It’s gotten me in to some beautiful hot messes.  Some messes aren’t for everyone I suppose but I wouldn’t trade my adventurous heart or my ripped jeans for anything because they are me.

Loves, you shouldn’t either. Because all those rips, they are you.

If a rule is out there making you feel anything else, let that shit go. Someone else can keep with that narrative. You never know what might be created outside of it. Love it when I see it, they are the warriors.

As for me, I’ll design my own narrative thank you very much. By the way, Jesus was a pretty amazing fashion statement too.

Loved By Grace,

Aimee

 

 

 

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