I've decided to write 31 Days of Believing Beautiful because, well, I want to believe it in my own life.
I want to look in the mirror and see beyond stretch marks, an extra 20 pounds, and curves.
I want to look at my home and see beyond messes, plywood countertops, and not-so-magazine-worthy decor.
I want to look at my story and see beyond the feeling that my life hasn't been brave, or big, or crazy enough to share.
I want to look who I am and see beyond my fears, insecurities, and comparisons.
It's not that I think that I'm horribly ugly, that my home is junky, that my story is boring, or that who I am is just average.
But I want to peel off some of those layers of lies that so often corrode my spirit--those lies that whisper that I have to be a size six to beautiful or that my story isn't worth sharing because someone else's story is grander and more significant.
Maybe you can relate. Maybe you desire the same things.
I know that writing about all of this won't dig out everything, but my hope is that it helps me weed out some of those pesky ideas that have taken over for far too long.
For me, this series is an opportunity to ask questions and explore answers. And I want you to join me.
My first question:
If you really, really (like deep, deep, unshakably) believed that your body, your home, who you are, and your story were beautiful and valuable, how would that change your life?