There was a time...

When I felt beauty was measured on the outside and in make-up, hair styles and pounds.
When I felt social acceptance was measured in how many guys liked you or whether or not the friends you hung out with were popular or not.
When I felt like my body was a cage, not a temple.
When I felt like grades were markers of how smart you were or weren't.
When I felt like compliments were lies, and degrading remarks were truth.
When I felt like the standards were always too high to reach even if I was standing on my tippie toes.


When I felt like a maintenance worker who failed at her job because she couldn't fix other people's problems.




There was a time when I listened to society's loud, distracting yells and ignored the quiet, calm, whispers of truth from God.




But I am ever so thankful that this was a time of the past.