So in a conversation I had recently with friends regarding mismatched couples (one is super hot, the other…not so much, yet they seem very happy just the same), I blurted out that I know I am pretty. Weird. So very weird. I don’t think I have said that out loud before and I have since wanted to apologize for it. Weirder still. I don’t like to make open-ended comments that leave room for forced compliments…so I decided to leave well enough alone. I got to thinking….I don’t remember ever truly feeling ugly. FAT, yes, and always room for improvement, but ugly, not so much. Also, I smell good, just sayin’.
So this is where it could get a little rambly…
I think about this a lot. We have these great kids to raise, and we need them to have that confidence. To know they are secure in their knowledge that God created them in his image, that we have instilled the self esteem they require…I want them to feel like they are enough regardless of what media or those around them are saying.
Enough to have the confidence to be kind, and have a passion for giving back.
Enough to know that the perceived beauty in billboard sized images is not a reflection of how they should look…or act.
Being enough doesn’t mean we have arrived, but it does mean that there is a peace in the knowledge that there is room to grow.
Enough to never believe any person who tells them otherwise.
There have been years wasted in insecurity and I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. So much inward focus…it’s exhausting. I know we can’t skip any steps for our kids, they will have their own path, but I do pray that they know they ARE enough, step back, see the beauty in and around them…and hopefully, make better use of their time.