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ErikaStellar says,

I remember my first ash-less Ash Wednesday. My forehead felt empty. I felt guilty and still do each year. Guilt is embedded in the fabric of being raised Catholic. It is dangerous territory to admit these things. I admire your moxie.

TheAngstyPoet says,

I remember going for ashes when I was younger. Yet throughout the years before I realized I was godless, it was really hard to admit that I was no longer Catholic. I finally had to put my foot down and declare to myself that I was atheist. Then I told my family. It is still hard sometimes. My mother and I joke about it but she still disapproves. & thank you, it's kinda cool that someone thinks I have moxie.

ErikaStellar says,

Your welcome :)