Is pretty self explanatory. Seems easy and something that would come naturally. News Flash everyone, it doesn’t come as naturally as we think it should. 100% easier said than it is done. Should we constantly feel the need to put people down in ways that hurt the most? It’s not what God intended for us to do. We should treat others just like we want to be treated….that’s a saying that goes back into elementary school. It’s one of the ‘golden rules’ right? I have always remembered it, and I’m sure I always will. One day I hope to instill it into my children’s minds. The whole point of this post is to have you take a look and look at what happens daily. Do you constantly point and laugh at people behind their backs? Do you laugh because someone is overweight and can’t help themselves to that tasty burger from McDonalds? Do you laugh because you can’t help yourself and it just makes you feel that much better about yourself than it did 30 seconds before you said it? No, probably not. I try SO hard every day not to judge, but it’s hard. I’m not gonna lie ya’ll. But think about it-if one person starts by not judging, we can eventually move into a world where judging is almost obsolete. Do we see people walking around laughing and judging us because we’re infertile? No-they just don’t do i. I used to be so naive, but until I found out the hurtful truth about myself, I have realized that even though someone may look completely normal on the outside, there can always be something on the inside that we can’t see.. So what makes it okay to judge others on their physical appearance.
I struggle with my weight, but that’s from PCOS. I don’t remember the last time I felt ‘comfortable’ in my skin-maybe…oh wait. Never. I was always very tall growing up and I still am. But I was tall and my jeans were always high waters, and I always felt uncomfortable. Then, when all my friends were getting their periods in 5th and 6th grade….9th grade couldn’t have come at a better time. I didn’t get AF till I was 15, almost 16. Thanks again, PCOS. Senior high-I had HORRIBLE acne. Though, it was under control thanks to modern medicine and a tortuous face washing routine. I was 120 lbs in high school; I am 5 foot 10/11. I told you I was tall…lol. At that point, I always wore sweatshirts, and never wore shirts that showed my body. I was uncomfortable-again. When I started dating my husband (November 2004) I started coming out of my shell. I wore tank tops that showed off my body, and I was getting attention that I never got before. I was starting to open up. I liked it. My husband’s friends were jealous of him and I felt that I looked good. That was until 2007 rolled around….I started gaining weight left and right-It was a bad scene. My face got more round, and so did my stomach. But, my husband stayed with me. Not once did he not think I was ‘perfect’. But seriously, no one is perfect. We all suffer from a disease called perfection. I stumbled across a blog of a single father who is raising his boys. He wrote this, and I’ve always had it in the back of my mind. Take a good look-and when he says read it to the bottom. Do it.
Sorry I rambled, but I wanted to make a point-even though we don’t feel comfortable, we don’t need to bash others to make up for the feelings we have.
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