The past few days have been hard. Lets face it, life can be harsh. It can knock you down when you least expect it. Today I met with my mom. She came in to town to take me and the kids to pick up our adorable kitty Harley from the vet. I always love seeing my mom. She adores me, she is constantly trying to make things better for me. Letting me know how she is there and cares for me. I really appreciate her. Today she said, "honey, you look pretty rough. Are you ok? " Ha, yes mom. I am ok.. She replied, " gosh I'm just not used to seeing you like this."
I began to immediately go into introspection. I began to question if it was ok to be out in public looking so raggedy. If I would scare small children or people would look down on me. If I was embarrassing my family? Hmm, I entertained these thoughts for mere seconds but they could of began to define who I was. They could of told me, " you are worthless." or " you do not take care of yourself." I then responded to the nagging thoughts with, no I am fine and if it bothers anyone about the way I look, then I guess that is their problem. I am beautiful, whether raggedy or perfectly put together. I am beautiful. I am unique and special. I gave myself permission to look raggedy.
Not too long ago, I could of never, in a million years, been ok with the way I looked. Today I know who I am. I know who I belong to and I know that it's not my makeup or clothes that defines who I am. Boy or boy, what a great day for me.