Broken mold

I don't fit the mold in so many ways. People look at me and get an impression......most of the time wrong.
I am an artist's wife...therefore I must be an artist. Nope. I did a watercolor of a Coca cola bottle in 8th grade. It hangs in our kitchen. My only endeavor.
I am fat so I must eat junk food all day...no. I do eat unhealthy food. But my favorite food is sushi and fresh fruits and veggies and good dark bread. I love water....I actually love it.
I am a stay-at-home-mom. I must love cleaning...uh noooooo big no.
I am a Born-again-Christian so I must......oh fill in the blank with that one.
I feel like such an oxymoron on that one. I am truly too conservative for liberals and too liberal for conservatives.
I have a few drinks about once every few months which makes me sinful in some eyes. I believe getting drunk IS a sin which makes me judgmental to others.
I believe God has called Charlie and I to not use birth control and accept as many children as God gives us. That causes issues for both sides. I don't believe everyone is called to do that....but I believe we are ( Charlie also agrees)
I believe in being a submissive wife.
I want a tattoo. I would love to have one that includes all my kids, including Nehemiah.
Broken molds are good......the leak their contents.....Hopefully I do that in a good way.