I’m not sure if I have ever overcome the mean girl in high school. She was “popular” and always so condescending. She and I happened to wear the same pair of jeans to school one day, and she asked me (rather pointedly) what size mine were. I told her.
She sneered, “That’s impossible! Oh wait…you’re short, so you just fill them out differently.”
Of course, she was implying that I was WAY fatter than her. I realize now that was a ridiculous implication from a small minded individual, but I still carried/carry that burden. Why did I choose to own that?
I was a size 3 at 5 feet tall. Perfect, really. (but, I didn’t feel that way about it)
My children know that beauty is in what they think, say and do. I pray that they will never be hurt by a mean girl. Yes, they will cross paths, but they won’t be affected as I was. I didn’t overcome it (my self-esteem still suffers), but I am teaching my children to not let others define them. They are beautifully and wonderfully made, and God knows the true beauty of their heart.
At the golden gates, they will not be asked what size clothing they wore, but they will have to answer for how they treated others – just like the mean girl.
So, for now, I must try to see myself through God’s eyes, my children’s eyes and through my adoring husband’s eyes. I am so blessed. To the people whose thoughts and opinions matter, I am just right – and so are you.
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