welcome home.

I am a nice girl.
I make people laugh.
I am good at the things I do.
I am in shape.
I have a wonderful family.
I live in a nice house.
I have my own car.
I am not conceited.
I have friends.
I don't do bad things.
I have a future.
I am a Christian.


I would say I'm happy with the person I've become, but in reality this is the person I've always sort of been. It's taken me 16 years to realize that there is no reason for me not to like myself. Yet sometimes, usually when I'm left to my own devices, all I can do is pick myself apart.

I could be skinnier.
I could have straighter teeth.
I could be a better golfer.
I could have more friends.
I could smile more.
I could trust people more.
I could pray more.

I am blessed, I am not lucky. God made me the way I am, and I'm starting to accept that. Someone told me the other day:
You are worth it.
and when I asked worth what? Their reply was:
Worth caring about, worth investing time in, worth loving, your value isn't something that should be played around with.
That made me happy.
This is all quite new to me, but I suppose this is what they call "self worth."