HOW I EMBRACED BEING A PRETTY PRINCESS

For me, it all started with my favorite television shows. I would wait all week with great anticipation to tune in to Charlie’s Angels and the Bionic Woman. My eyes were glued to the tube, and blinking only occurred during commercial breaks. Afterwards, I would recreate the scenes, but something was always wrong. It was abundantly and blatantly clear that I would never possess the beauty, intelligence and of course, mechanical limbs. I was the wrong size and color, and life was not that of the Brady’s. Yet day after day I desperately tried to emulate what I saw on television and in magazines. Thus began my downward spiral of trying to compete with women and forces that were way out of my league and control.


It wasn’t until I was much older that I realized how many years I’d wasted comparing myself to pure fiction, stage makeup, weave and airbrushing. These actions damaged so many areas of my life, and stripped me of myself. I didn’t know who I was, or whose I was, or that I could survive. Those were the missing pieces.


My decision to create this blog stems from the desire to help girls and women suffering from ill effects (and all they have to offer) of low self esteem. You will see that I refer to myself as a survivor. I AM. But that certainly doesn’t mean that relapses don’t occur. Each morning, I have to make a conscious decision to make my day better than the one before. Do I do this every single day? Yes. Is it one of the most tedious things I do? Yes. Will I continue to do it? Yes, absolutely! My life and legacy depend on it. So, at the end of each day, I consider myself a Survivor of whatever has tried to pull me back into believing lies about myself. It is a never-ending task, but it does get better, and it does get easier.


God shows me every day that I am a gem in the rough, constantly chipping away at the dull parts until I am the beautiful and rare stone He created me to be.