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Fake It Till You Make It

August 11, 2016

It's such a cliche phrase that we use all the time. Plaster on a smile and say we're all good until something happens to shatter the pieces on the floor. I thought I was the queen of fake it till you make it until I realized how much it hurt.

Then, I also realized how much I do it everyday of my life in some way. But sometimes, it feels like I have to do that with my whole life. Almost like, nothing in my life is good so I have to fake it all. Where do I learn to stop?

Where do I draw the line and say I'm not okay. Or to say, I'm fine and truly mean it. I don't know. I know that hurt is a part of life but sometimes fake it till you make it doesn't work. The hurt is too much. That's when I have to try and remember that my worth isn't defined in others. It is defined by a God who loves me so much I will never understand.

Days like today where it feels like fake it till you make it isn't good enough is when I need God the most. Remember that. That was a lesson that I learned the hard way over and over again. The days when you can't fake it anymore, fall.

Don't fall apart. Fall on your knees and pray to the God who is always by your side and that loves you eternally. It'll feel good to know your loved and you don't have to fake it with God. He already knows and he loves you anyways.

Are you done faking it till you think you make it?

xoxo,
Em

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