Tuesday, August 9, 2011

issues with me

I have struggled with self esteem for a while.Wait,is it that or self image?I'm not sure.Something to do with not feeling good enough,wanting to be like so and so because you feel their lives are way much better than yours.Yeah,its been a major battle for me and though I have come a long way,I still find myself going back to the battle field every once in a while.I have to remind myself that i am ok just as i am.that we all have our paths that are all different and so none is better than the other,only different.I look at some of the girls my age and i am left in awe.they seem to have achieved so much,yet i still am struggling.i wonder,'do their days have more hours than mine?'i feel inadequate.i have never felt un pretty,but of little worth,yes.And this because i mistake my identity to be what i am instead of who i am.see,you are who you are,i am who i am.we are where we are,because of the circumstances that we have met with and how we have handled them.we go through similar experiences but because we are different,our reactions are different and every choice we make leads to another step,a certain direction.so we never can be the same nor can we be better than the other person because we all have our different battles to fight and our back grounds vary hence shaping us into the people we are or how we think.there is a lot that usually goes into someone doing things the way they do.we just never have time to find that out and hence end up making un informed decisions.
I am imperfect.totally.i got flaws,from here to 100th floor but even in my imperfections i am ok.God died for me in this imperfect state of mine,and if he could find something to love than imperfection isn't the worst thing that could have happened to me.today i made a choice,not to compare me with anyone else.me the who,not me the what.the what can always be compared because it can always be changed but the who cannot.the who is my dna.that which flows in my veins and that cannot change.i need to learn to separate the two then i guess i will be ok.
perfectly imperfect and proud.

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