insecurities

the more i live the more i see how insecure people are. the world that we live in creates insecurities left and right and we as people accept the things that the world gives us. we think that if we do these things then we will feel better about ourselves... but what happens when you dont have time to do these things? say you wake up late one day and dont get the chance to put on your makeup and cute clothes? you go through the rest of the day feeling like you are ugly and like no one could like you like that because you somehow arent pretty enough. why do we see ourselves and think that we arent enough? when we look in the mirror why dont we think i am pretty just the way i am? why dont guys ever think that they are enough without having to be the super jock, when really they dont even like sports? when will we ever be enough?

it breaks my heart to think of people like this. the girl who starves herself just to get that one boy at school to like her and when he sees her he wishes she would just eat something because she was prettier the way she was before, he just couldnt find the right words to tell her how he felt. the boy on the football team who fakes an injury so he wont have to play anymore because he hates it but is afraid that he wont be accepted anymore if he quits. the girl who looks at the floor all day long and tries to do all she can to avoid talking to people because she feels like she isnt worthy enough to... all because she woke up late and didnt have time to put on makeup. the boy who committed suicide last night because he felt like no one loved him anymore, and the girl who is dying inside because she did.

why do we let the world tell us that if we dont fit into one of x amount of things then we are not worth anything? why are we so insecure that one comment from someone can make or break us? why do we allow ourselves to depend on what others think/say to tell us how much we are worth? this past sunday a good friend of mine gave his farewell talk and while he was speaking he shared a poem. it is entitled 'the price He paid'. it talks about the worth of a soul. it talks about how we have already been told what we are worth we just need to see and accept it. we are worth so much that Christ our brother gave his life for us so that we could be happy for all of eternity. i really liked this because i have been thinking a lot about how insecure people are lately.

i think of myself as a pretty confident person. i know who i am and i love myself for it. i refuse to wear makeup on a daily basis because i want people to like me for who i really am and what i really look like, not for someone i pretend to be. (i am not saying that makeup is the enemy here and that if you wear makeup you should stop. that is not my point at all i am just saying that is part of a personal decision that helps me to be more myself and more confident on a regular basis). i want to help those around me to be comfortable in their own skin and for who they are. i want to help people to realize how much they are truly worth. we all have our days where we feel insignificant and this is part of being human. but we are not just human, we are children of heavenly parents with so much potential and so much power over who we become and what we believe.

and so i say to you the girl who is hiding behind the hair and the clothes because you are afraid to show who you really are, you are loved for the person that you are afraid to show. you the boy who is too scared to talk to that one girl because you are afraid she wont like you, you are loved for the person that you think she wont like. you are loved by someone who can love you more than anyone else can, and because He loves you nothing else matters.

the more i live my life the more that i see how insecure people are. and the more i live my life i see the true potential that each and every single person has inside of them. if we will only stop being afraid to truly be ourselves we will become amazing people. we will accomplish so much more and we will change the world.

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself. -Thich Nhat Hanh

When people believe in themselves they have the first secret of success. -Norman Vincent Peale