A question has arose in my mind multiple times during this unique time in my life. I am growing up, grinding through my freshman year of college, and trying to figure out who I am. As me.
As a woman, I think it is common, almost unavoidable, to have jealousy (and lots of it!). So often I am found wanting to be like someone else… Sometimes, this is great. I love having Godly women to admire and look up to. But sometimes, it becomes irrational. I need to be me, not Jennifer Aniston. I need to workout like me, not Kelly Ripa. I need to worship God like me, not Lysa TerKeurst.
It’s a journey, thats for sure.
A curvaceous one.
But I’m becoming more Real. (and I love and find peace in that.)
It’s a spiritual, emotional, physical, and mental thing for me
I’m beginning to see the differences in the things I truly love and yearn for and the things I do/participate in/etc because I saw someone else or anxiously flipped to the beautifully photoshopped images in Glamour while waiting in line at Kroger.
“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse.
Has this ever felt like a struggle to you?
Thanks for hearing my heart, loving me, & watching me grow.