Needing to Vent
Old insecurities are difficult to get past. Growing up, I was
too skinny, cross-eyed, "bug eyed," and wore glasses. My hair
wasn't as pretty as others, my clothes were not as nice. I envied others.
Others whose fathers didn't drink or quit their jobs, others whose mothers didn't have to work.
My mom was very reserved with her emotions. She was used to hiding her feelings
and protecting us. But, she was also like her mother, in that she didn't display that much affection
or give praise. Any praise given, was followed with a "but," or someone else did or had something better.
Fast forward to today. I am super sensitive, always have been. It hurts, when someone tells me
they don't like something about me, or "why don't I wear .....(fill in the blank)," I am "too negative,"
I think wrong, and I could go on and on.
I can only be the person that God designed me to be, and not who someone else thinks I should be.
Please accept me the way that I am. I don't need your criticism, just your love.