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society is an asshole.

Guys. I've never been much of a blogger on facts. I've never been a blogger that's great at  being consistent.. In fact I seem to get passionate or be "set off" by generally the same things throughout the years, so I tend to avoid blogging, to be honest. But guys... girls.... general population: THIS needs to be said.




I am not sorry for being who I am. You should not be either.






Reads simply, right? It is a very common and popular perspective in the internet world these days. It should be. But as much as we write it. say it. hear it. read it.... it's still seems to be a struggle. WHY? .... society, guys. Society is an asshole. Media WANTS us to not be okay with our bodies. The retail world wants us to go into debt being unsatisfied with what we already have. This society has been set up to make us unsatisfied unless we consume, consume, consume, need, need, need, and hate ourselves, our personalities, our bodies. because that means we are constantly trying to fix it. By buying things from other people. Surgery, retail therapy, junk food,ect.... it all benefits these people who put out an unrealistic image of what we are expected to be...


let me be clear: THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH CHANGE.


But we can still love ourselves, be GRATEFUL and still realize strive for more (of ourselves)


WE WERE MADE FOR MORE.


more than devouring every chocolate bar in sight (oh, hello me), worth more than wanting to buy the cutest clothes all the time, the best new toys for our kids, the best new toys for ourselves, the biggest or nicest house, the fastest car.... we were made for more than standing in the mirror wishing ourselves away. more than working our life away to try to get more things that we can't afford so we can work more and not even enjoy them. More than comparing ourselves to the mom next to us who seems to just have it all together, more than wanting someone else's marriage that seems so perfect, more than crying over insecurities from our acne, our fat, our muscle, our hair...


We are going to wish our lives away. That's not how it's supposed to be, guys. Please Please Please promise you won't keep buying into these lies. They tell us we need to just do more, be more, think more, buy more, and we will feel better... but that is not true. there is nothing in this world that will make us better than we can make ourselves.. that Christ can make us. We have been convinced to not love our bodies so we constantly need to "fix" them. with the right clothing, the right protein bar, the right makeup, the right surgery.... You know what should be sexy? being healthy. out your energy into being healthy and I promise it will help the rest fade away... if we don't do something about this we will just be perpetually miserable. I want to be the change. refuse to keep buying into photoshop images and listening to those that are. Refuse to  listen to the notion that eating my favorite ice cream will make me feel better because it won't. I know it. you know it. and if I do decide to eat it? I will be completely unapologetic. I refuse to be stuck in a cycle anymore. because whatever I choose for my body is my business and NO ONE has the right to tell me house my hair- body- clothing- and skin should look. no one.


I can't gather my thoughts together to write much more than that. It is so much more than that. But I thought it could be a start. no one should live in hate for themselves. Especially because society says we need to look or be a certain way...

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