and scars are souvenirs you never lose.
it’s sad. it’s sad the way we view ourselves sometimes. it’s hard to pinpoint the exact moment it starts…it’s more like a gradual movement. we all do it. we let little things get to us. and we tell ourselves we’re worth less than we are. and we say these things over and over until we eventually start to believe them.
i think sometimes it’s more difficult for girls to have good self-esteem than it is for boys. it’s almost like the world expects us to be down on ourselves. the world tells us we’re worth less than we are, and we totally believe all of the lies. we think if someone gives us a compliment that they are saying it out of obligation or ‘just to be nice’ and that they don’t really mean it.
then, when our self-esteem seems to be at its lowest is when alcohol, drugs, or sleazy guys come into the picture. maybe they don’t all come into the picture at once, but they will eventually work their way in. girls will drink or do drugs to ‘ease the pain’ or ‘make them forget’ or to ‘fit in’ or whatever. and then the guys will make them believe that they are the best they will ever be able to find and no one else will want them so they better just be content with whatever amount of ‘pity’ the guy decides to throw their way in the form of a ‘relationship’.
i used to feel sorry for girls like that until i let myself become one of those girls. and no, i didn’t let myself become one of those girls in every aspect of that scenario, but still it was enough to make me feel pretty worthless. i felt like i would never be good enough for anyone to ever love me and i felt like i should just settle for whoever would have me. i felt trapped. i really didn’t think i’d ever get out of that trap, but thank God i did.
it took me a long time to realize that i didn’t need some boy to decide my worth. i realized that i had to be confident in who i was and content with who i was before i would ever be able to be happy and in a healthy relationship with anyone else. and i was able to do that when i was able to truly believe that i am beautiful. and it doesn’t matter if no one else on earth ever thinks i am or ever tells me that i am. i know that i’m beautiful in God’s eyes and that’s all that matters. Psalm 45:11 says ‘the King is enthralled by your beauty.’ that doesn’t just mean He thinks i’m pretty. He’s captivated by me. how awesome is that? if i never capture anyone else’s heart, that’s okay…because i’ve captured His.
back when i was so down on myself and just kind of ‘going with the flow’ of whatever the crowd did or told me because i thought that was all i was worth…i’m sure i wasn’t too captivating then. BUT…He still thought i was. even though i couldn’t see it, He saw it. and He sees it in everybody…even when we can’t see it ourselves…even when all hope seems lost. it’s never too late to pull yourself up out of that trap. it’s never too late to see just how wonderful and beautiful you truly are. and it’s never a bad thing to know that you deserve the very best because you are the very best. but, you have to be willing to look up and believe it. i know i do.
i think sometimes it’s more difficult for girls to have good self-esteem than it is for boys. it’s almost like the world expects us to be down on ourselves. the world tells us we’re worth less than we are, and we totally believe all of the lies. we think if someone gives us a compliment that they are saying it out of obligation or ‘just to be nice’ and that they don’t really mean it.
then, when our self-esteem seems to be at its lowest is when alcohol, drugs, or sleazy guys come into the picture. maybe they don’t all come into the picture at once, but they will eventually work their way in. girls will drink or do drugs to ‘ease the pain’ or ‘make them forget’ or to ‘fit in’ or whatever. and then the guys will make them believe that they are the best they will ever be able to find and no one else will want them so they better just be content with whatever amount of ‘pity’ the guy decides to throw their way in the form of a ‘relationship’.
i used to feel sorry for girls like that until i let myself become one of those girls. and no, i didn’t let myself become one of those girls in every aspect of that scenario, but still it was enough to make me feel pretty worthless. i felt like i would never be good enough for anyone to ever love me and i felt like i should just settle for whoever would have me. i felt trapped. i really didn’t think i’d ever get out of that trap, but thank God i did.
it took me a long time to realize that i didn’t need some boy to decide my worth. i realized that i had to be confident in who i was and content with who i was before i would ever be able to be happy and in a healthy relationship with anyone else. and i was able to do that when i was able to truly believe that i am beautiful. and it doesn’t matter if no one else on earth ever thinks i am or ever tells me that i am. i know that i’m beautiful in God’s eyes and that’s all that matters. Psalm 45:11 says ‘the King is enthralled by your beauty.’ that doesn’t just mean He thinks i’m pretty. He’s captivated by me. how awesome is that? if i never capture anyone else’s heart, that’s okay…because i’ve captured His.
back when i was so down on myself and just kind of ‘going with the flow’ of whatever the crowd did or told me because i thought that was all i was worth…i’m sure i wasn’t too captivating then. BUT…He still thought i was. even though i couldn’t see it, He saw it. and He sees it in everybody…even when we can’t see it ourselves…even when all hope seems lost. it’s never too late to pull yourself up out of that trap. it’s never too late to see just how wonderful and beautiful you truly are. and it’s never a bad thing to know that you deserve the very best because you are the very best. but, you have to be willing to look up and believe it. i know i do.
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