Bravely BeLI(e)VING

Such an inspiring message. "When you're all alone, by yourself. Do you like you?... You don't have to try so hard,  You don't have to give it all away... You don't have to bend until you break...You don't have to change a single thing." I love when people in the spot light (singers, actors, politicians) open up doors for girls to be ok with who they are. Telling them that they are perfect how they are and that they don't need to change to be liked and be loved.

That girl at the gym. You know her size 0. Tall. Maybe blond. Probably wearing Victoria Secrets pink workout pants and a sports bra...Maybe wearing shorts that are a little too short. Hair perfect (yep), make up on (what!) You don't know her but you know that she is a Prima Donna. She is judging your disheveled hair, your raggedy workout cloths, your tired eyes, your a-little-bit too large size. Sitting there talking to the other pretty perfect girl. They turned around and looked at you, they must think so poorly of you. You are not perfect The perfect Mom. She sets up all they play dates. Her house is ALWAYS perfect. She leads every small group, participates in every program and event that you could dream of. Did you know that her and her spouse never fight. Did you know her kids always listen. Her hair is clean, her cloths are perfect and matching, she always looks just right not to much but definitely not the mess that I am. How can I have a play date when ...

This post is about the mental and physical struggles some go through from the scars they have. It is not intended to be compared to those who have true battle scars. Those who have the physical and mental scars from their time they spent serving our country. Those military, police officers, firefighters, medical personnel, and so many more who protect, save, and see so much trauma. I am truly thankful for those who work to protect our freedoms and lives; overseas and in our own cities, towns, and borders. With many family and friends who have fought for our country I truly believe there is no one more deserving of our respect and thanks than you; and there is nothing to compare to your sacrifice, or your mental and physical scars. Scars tell us a story of our lives. The journey we have taken to get where we are today. Maybe its the scar that makes you look back and smile for the foolish things you did as a kid. Like jumping off of a roof and shattering your a...