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  • There once was a woman, soft and tender was her heart but harden and cold she became. She was once a proud romantic, chasing love as if it were a butterfly, full of beauty but hard to catch. After much heart ache and heart break she developed heart disease. A chronic aliment of being inadequate.

    These are her Sins of Inadequacy.

    She looked in the mirror every day and a beautiful, confident special woman looked back at her. But in the world’s mirror she was too fat, too thin, too tall, too short, too loud, to quiet.

    She was inadequate.

    She looked in her journals and diaries full of dreams and ambition. But in the world’s journal and diary she was too confident, too shy, too appealing, not appealing enough, too clever, too blond, too bold, too entitled.

    She was inadequate.

    She once loved a man who caught her eye a long time ago. She waited her time until they met again. Like a morning flower she rose to his occasion, paying him all her attention. But never was she enough for him. She lost weight, she gained weight, she read his books, forget her books, she chased his dreams, forgot her dreams. She was everything to his every moment. But never was she enough.

    She was inadequate.
    She was not beautiful enough,
    She was not clever enough,
    She was not subservient enough,
    She was not bold enough,
    She was not strong enough.
    She was inadequate.

    Her being, inadequate.
    Her hopes, inadequate.
    Her dreams, inadequate.
    Her soul, inadequate.
    Her love, inadequate.

    These are her Sins of Inadequacy.
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