What do you say to yourself when you look in the mirror?
What do you say in your head about your face with no makeup, your body with no clothes, your hair after a long sweaty day?
Do you pull at the wrinkles in despair, poke at the “extras” in disgust, or thickly cover all the imperfections?
You are not alone.
It doesn’t take a very thorough examination to realize that womanhood is not what it was meant to be. In general, women can be some of the most hateful and conniving of all God’s creations. Even taking a quick stroll through a celebrity’s social media account will reveal some of the most heartless and cruel comments spewed BY women at another woman. It’s sickening and heat-breaking all at the same time.
I will be honest. I have NOT always loved other women well.
I’ve never felt like I fit into many groups of women, let alone embraced many (if any) of what I felt were the stereotypical “girl” characteristics. I don’t cook. Hate to sew. I would rather punch stuff or do burpees than curl my hair. My idea of a good time usually involves dirt (possibly lots of it) messy animals, and very loud laughter. I have a handshake that catches most grown men off guard. I am very aggressive and confident by nature. For a LONG time I really didn’t like being a girl. I knew God made me a girl for a reason, so I tried not to complain too much, but I still wasn’t thrilled.
Warm weather is upon us, my friends. And with it comes all the pollen, dust, weeds, and everyone’s favorite: seasonal allergies.
I remember a time when I was quite literally on 2 or 3 different allergy medicines at a time. They were prescribed by my very well-meaning and beloved family doctor. To be quite honest, they DID help me feel better. We did the best we knew how to at the time.
Fast forward several years, and this kid is on zero prescription meds and zero over the counter allergy pills. None. Zip. Zero. Zilch.