I’m tired of thinking lowly of myself and of myself thinking highly of others. I’m tired of insecurities becoming my best friend and of the toxin I am becoming.
Why is my hair only pretty when it’s a lusciously flowing down my neck? Why does my face only brighten your day when it’s painted with pink lips or brown eyeshadow? Why am I only beautiful the days I’m considerably someone else? Am I not accepted for who I really am?
The only one who can judge people is the Lord himself. Unfortunately, the Lord is often MIA when there’s prime judging to be done.
Loving yourself has nothing to do
My wants today may differ from my desires next month. Thus, I respond by essentially saying that nothing forced will work. If a guy isn’t ready, he won’t propose, no matter how awesome you are. If a girl like me is not ready, she won’t let her guard down for any man.
And suddenly I’m hyper-aware of the four that sits in the back of my jeans instead of the zero.
“He said he liked his girls larger than my already pleasantly plump self, and if I didn’t want to gain weight, then the relationship would go nowhere.”
Civil rights may be seen as a zero-sum game: when policy changes are made for a small minority, the majority may tend to view this as an inherent loss of their own freedoms.
Or maybe he’s making you wait because the more you wait, the more you’ll appreciate what you’re going to get. The longer you wait, the longer you’ll keep what he’s going to give you.
Close your ears to all the negative things that people have to say about you and surround yourself with those who will embrace your little imperfections and help you do that as well.