Ok, so I'm not perfect.
But I kinda like me. :)
Susannah and Tiera -- friends for past 16 years
Today at lunch my dad was talking to me about how Satan often gets to women by discouraging them. Gets them to feel they aren't good enough, compare themselves to other women, etc.
I can't say it doesn't happen to me. Sheesh, try having the gorgeous, hilarious, intelligent Sarah as your best friend! Eek. Every single time I hang out with her and one of my guyfriends I later have to hear about how fabulous she is. I know, I know! SHUT UP!
But really, I'm kind of the opposite. I'm almost overconfident.
They may be huge, but I can not quite express my love of my legs. Over 40 inches hip-to-floor of long, strong, curvy muscle. I can kick high and hard. I can run (if other portions of me are appropriately strapped down), walk, skip, jump, dance, and fill out tall-cut wide-cuff trousers DANG IT.
I've never ever (ever) been skinny. I really don't care to ever be skinny. My weight loss goals really have to do with health (oh to be able to do things without needing my inhaler!) and how clothes hang. My goal body isn't a weight number or a dress size...it is this: A tight pinstriped pencil skirt, tucked in crisp white button-up blouse, and 4" pointy-toed stillettos. *sigh*
I'm tall and that is intimidating, blah blah blah. I have never disliked my height, I've never wished I hadn't grown those last few inches. (If anything I'd love one or two more inches! I'm only 5'10")
Yeah, I'm loud. My voice/my laugh/my personality in general. I'm ok with that.
I make friends easily and I'm a fiercely loyal friend.
I'm a goofy dork, but I hear its endearing.
Other people like me, so why shouldn't I like me too?
Susannah, Amy, Marcie, Kylee, Jason and Hannah
(Amy and I have been friends for over 20 years)