I have a healthy self-esteem. You can't convince me otherwise. My father had a hand in this. He was 44 years old when I was born. He traveled from Cali, Colombia to Canada on motorcycle. He traveled with a Swiss friend. My dear sweet father knew how to take a risk. He had seen a little bit of life and he had ideas for raising his only daughter.
He would never say I was overweight. He called me healthy. He would tell me and show me to be happy with the way that I was. It took a lot of reminders on his part. He loved me so well. As a tween, he taught me how to walk. He made me make my own decisions. He would always remind me of my worth. When I talk to people, it's his words that come out of my mouth. I am so happy to continue his lessons in my children's and student's lives. My Dad taught me how to have perspective.
Because of this, I am secure in who I am. I like being secure. I love who I am. I am loved by a wonderful and powerful God. I have wonderful children and I have amazing friends who will speak truth into my life. I like my face. I think I'm pretty and I act like I know I'm pretty. Is that bad? I like my curly hair and I like it long. It took me forever to love my hair. I don't like my legs but then I feel bad for them. Here they are, these chunky legs and they try so hard. They get me around, they hardly complain. My kids think they are soft to sit on. How can I be mad at them for being chunky!!! So, despite the fact that they are not my favorite... I love my legs. They are so good to me.
I always feel the need to apologize for my personality. I know that my personality is big. If it had a color it would be chrome plated pink. I love to laugh. In movies, my children have to shush me. I am thankful to God for how He made me. Psalm 139:14 says, "I will praise You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Marvelous are Your works, And that my soul knows well." Did you hear that? Fearfully and wonderfully made and what God makes is MARVELOUS. That's me!!! My soul knows that God does wonderful work and I am one of them. Isn't that amazing!!! I have a healthy dose of self-esteem.
I'm going to tell you about my next thought. I was going to write another post but I think I have to just go for it. Because of my self-esteem, I want everything. I want to be seen the way that I see myself. Maybe I want to be pursued and sought after. You should know that my dear husband had trouble finding fault with me even though I wasn't perfect. I loved the way that he loved me. He wouldn't want me to settle for anything less than everything. Should I even think that I can get that again? Maybe. I'm okay with holding out for everything. If I never get it again, I'm okay just having had it the one time. God is super good to me. Hey!!! God made you great too!!! Don't forget it.