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Comfortable In My Own Skin

I can remember the day I didn't fit into "kid" jeans anymore. I can remember crying to my mom thinking I was fat and ugly just because my "kid" jeans didn't fit anymore. I can remember the day I dyed my hair dark brown. I remember the trauma that comes with the shock of going from blonde to very very brown. I can remember my senior prom. I remember getting all dressed and having everyone swoon over my beautiful hair and dress. I remember one time where all of my roommates helped me get ready for a date that I was so excited about. One did my hair, one did my makeup, and one helped me find the perfect outfit. It's taken 21 years and a lot of bad hair days to reach the point I am in today. I can remember all those "significant" moments in my life. Today I took time to think about the times I can remember being completely happy with who I was on the inside and not just when I was happy (or sad) with my looks on the outside. The other day I ran across this quote-of-sorts on Pinterest.

It got me thinking and eventually I ended up here writing this. In 2015 I want to focus more on being and becoming a Woman of God. I want to be more tender. I want to show kindness. I want to be refined in my thoughts and deeds. I want to show my faith without hesitation in all that I do. I want to promote goodness. I want to be more virtuous and I want to remain pure in thoughts, actions, and language. I want to focus on feeling good on the inside and not just on the outside. I want my actions to reflect my Heavenly Father and I want to grow closer to Christ by focusing on the things that matter most. I want to stop critiquing my weight and I want to stop feeling guilty for eating pizza. I want to be the best possible me.

Bring it on, 2015.


  1. Love you :) You are a good inspiration to all your friends!


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