Confessions of a Goody-Two Shoes

by Mari cross posted from her blog Mari’s Muses

I read an article a while ago written by one of my favorite authors, Donald Miller. In it, he talks about the problem with having a “perfect image.” He talks about Anne Hathaway and how, to him, she is inapproachable because she’s just…. too perfect.

I know nothing about Anne Hathaway and I don’t really care either.

But Don’s point — that “perfect” people are inapproachable — is true.

I know this because I’m an inapproachable perfect person.

Don’t judge. I can’t help it that I’m perfect.

The truth of the matter is that people have two selves. They have their persona, the self that they portray to the rest of the world, and they have their real self.

In other words, what you see is not what I am.

I’ve always felt that I was supposed to be perfect.

There are perfectly rational explanations for this. If you look at it from a psychological perspective, it’s because I have several siblings and my parents told me all the time that I was supposed to be a good example to them. Religiously speaking, I have this perfection complex because the Bible says “Be ye holy, for I am holy.” That’s a lot of pressure….

But maybe the real reason is that when you are criticized about everything, after a while, you get to the point where you will do anything just to get people to stop criticizing you. Even if it means being someone you’re not. Even if it means doing everything but what you really want to do. Even if it means spending time, money and lots of effort to make people happy with what you’re doing.

Now that I think about it, that is totally messed up. No one deserves to have that much control over me.

I had a “friend” one time that told me that she knew she could manipulate a friend of hers with tears, but she was frustrated with me because she hadn’t figured out how to manipulate me. She didn’t use the word “manipulate,” but that is what she meant. I think she finally realized that the only thing she had to do in order to manipulate me was to criticize me. Over, and over and over again. About everything. My hair. My clothes. My eyebrows. My family. My friends. My accomplishments. My abilities. My mannerisms. My ideas. My desires. My interactions with other people.

After a while, I shut down. I learned that who I really am is not acceptable.

I stopped trying to be “me” and started to just exist.

But I had a list of behaviors that were acceptable:
Be as little and insignificant as possible.
Never, ever disagree with anyone.
Never, ever show any emotion.
If something goes wrong, fix it, and don’t make a fuss about it.

I also had a list of social interactions that were appropriate:
Going to church.
Singing on the worship team.
Work and school.
Occasional get-togethers with very large groups, which were only appropriate as long as I sat still and shut up, especially if there were men present.

I learned exactly what Little Miss Perfect was supposed to be (fixing everything for everybody, making everybody happy, never let anyone know if something is wrong), and once I started wearing the Perfect cap, I was…. stuck.

Prior to this experience, my whole self was molded in perfection as well. Things like always wearing modest clothes, having appropriate interactions with men (which was equal to no interaction with men), not drinking, not smoking, not being out late, not being friends with inappropriate people.

These things can be good. I want to be a gracious person. I don’t have a problem with right and wrong, and I don’t have a problem with choosing right and avoiding wrong.

But, I have a confession to make.

Or, several confessions.

You see, even “perfect people” aren’t perfect.

Even highly moral, “perfect” people have problems. They have desires. They are just like everybody else.

Confession Number One:
I am not nearly as disciplined as some people might think.
Putting it in athletic terms, I’m really good at sprinting, but I’m terrible when it comes to marathons. I can stick to a budget for a few…. minutes…. I mean, months, but then it’s all over.

Confession Number Two:
Sometimes, I have to talk myself into going to church.
Yes, I’m in church all the time. But lots of times, I’m totally not feeling it. Sometimes I talk myself into it but when I get there I spend the whole time wondering why I made the effort and then I go home and scream at myself because that was the most unsatisfying couple of hours I’ve had all week.

Confession Number Three:
I can be really self-centered.See Confession Number Two. Church isn’t supposed to be about how I feel. It’s about honoring Jesus.

Confession Number Four:
Sometimes, I can be very sarcastic.
The word “sometimes” was the sarcasm in that sentence.

Confession Number Five:
When people behave in a way that makes me think that they think I’m wrong, bad or imperfect, my first reaction is to want to walk away. I’ve spent too much time trying to learn how to be perfect to enjoy feeling like I’m not.

Confession Number Six:
I don’t feel like a grown-up. I feel like I have to have approval from a grown-up for everything I want to do — and if I can’t find approval from a grown-up, then I decide that what I want to do must certainly be the wrong thing.

Confession Number Seven:
Sometimes I feel so broken and so lost in the quest to find healing and wholeness that the only thing I can think to do that might make me feel better is to eat. Chocolate. Cake. Ice cream. Honestly, what I need in those situations is to pray, scream, cry and express how angry and violated I feel — but the only thing I can do is eat.

Confession Number Eight:
I don’t know how to connect with people. Everything people say and do is filtered through this extreme sense of right and wrong and I end up either really loving somebody or really disliking them. There’s no middle ground. I don’t want to be like that. I just want to be able to be around people and listen to them and enjoy them, even though they’re not perfect — just like me.

Confession Number Nine:
Most of the time, I feel like a little girl playing dress up with Mommy’s heels and makeup. I don’t measure up to everybody else’ standards. I can’t compete. I have nothing to offer except the adorableness of my efforts in putting on the heels and makeup.

Confession Number Ten:
Really, everything in my life is about fear. And it should not be this way. Every decision is made based on fear. I don’t think I should take a trip because I might have an emergency later and I’ll have “wasted” the money I spent on the trip. I don’t talk to men because they might reject me. Or eat me. Or kidnap me. I don’t talk about certain aspects of my life with anybody because I’m afraid I’m going to have to justify it or they’re going to be angry because I did something they didn’t like.

So- there you have it. The confessions of a goody-two-shoes.

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Mari is the middle of 5 kids — and the only girl — in a male-dominant, semi-quiverfull, rather patriarchal homeschooling family. She was raised in a patriarchal church and most of her social network as a child consisted of children of patriarchal or quiverfull families. This is the story of how she was sucked into the patriarchal/quiverfull belief system, and how she was lovingly (and in some cases, not so lovingly!) escorted out. Read her blog at: http://www.marismuses.wordpress.com

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  • http://concerningpurity.blogspot.com/ Lynn Grey

    I can relate to a lot of this. I was a perfectionist Christian goody two shoes from childhood through college. As a result, it took me a long time to grow up and become an independent person who believed in herself and didn’t live off of the approval of others. I still struggle with it.

    • Madame

      I could have written that.

      But most of it was a facade.

  • Madame

    Mari,
    A lot of what you wrote in this post applies to me too. I have felt so guilty for being this two faced person that works so hard to keep up a facade and cover up the person she really is. Like you, I turn to food. That threw me into a spiral of binging and purging and tons of self-loathing because, you know, self-controlled people don’t overeat and are slim and trim as a result, and I wasn’t any of that.

    I also hated myself for not longing to serve Jesus more. I hated myself for not loving church and for not loving the Bible. In my experience, many churches are not healthy places for people who are working so hard to look perfect. It’s ok to find church boring sometimes and it’s ok to skip church alltogether!

    Church is not a place we go to or a service on a Sunday, it’s supposed to be the “body of Christ”. You either are a member of it or not, whether you show up to every function or not.

    I’ve been away from what we call church for the past nearly 5 years. I promised myself I wouldn’t go back until I wanted to. I got tired of putting on my Sunday face and showing up. My relationship with Jesus was stale, and my love for God was dead. I couldn’t sing anymore. I didn’t want to hear preachings or be “encouraged and exhorted”. I wanted to be left alone, so I walked away.

    I would encourage you to look inside yourself and find what YOU want and who you are. I don’t think we are meant to fake it till we make it.

    And you know what else I discovered? Totally unrelated to church, but the more willing I am to talk about my weaknesses, the more comfortable people feel around me. Nobody is perfect and we all want company in our imperfections.

    • Kristen Rosser

      This really sounds familiar! You know what helped me? Looking in the mirror and saying over and over, “I am who God made me. I don’t owe anyone an explanation.” Over and over until I finally started to believe it.

      And with church? You can honor God other places too. Taking a break until you actually want to go again– or finding a different church where you actually want to be– is ok.

  • Holly

    So, in other words, you are a normal person having normal thoughts about normal life. That is supposed to be comforting by the way.

  • Sara Lin Wilde

    I can relate to this. It’s weird how, the more perfect I managed to seem, the less perfect or even adequate I was able to feel.


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