My fellow blogger and parallel universe walker Lovebabz had an interesting post on being sick of hearing Lady O talk about her weight. I must agree. Ms. O has access to a personal chef, a trainer and more money than most of us could blow through in a lifetime. Proof positive that money isn't everything, right?
What is having everything? What does that mean to you?
It means so many different things to people. For me, it means loving me. How can I expect anyone else to love me when I can't stomach looking at myself in the mirror? My line-sister tells me all the time "God doesn't do coincidences and He doesn't make mistakes."
It took me a long time to realize I am good enough as is. Take it or leave it, baby. I choose to take it and I carry it well. Another one of my sistergirls was cracking up at me at a recent event we attended. They had a hoola hoop contest and yours truly is mean with a hoop. In fact, I made a couple of bucks from a few men that thought my hoola hoop skillz were good enough to pull money out their pocket. (Wasn't sure if I should be offended or flattered, but I sure put the money in my back pocket, LOL! :)
Wait for it, I'm bringing it back full circle.
I don't walk around with my nose in the air or think I am better than anyone else. There will always someone prettier, there will always be someone curvier, there will always be someone who has nicer hair, jewelry, eyes or drives a nicer car. What sets you apart from them is your confidence, and you get that from the love you have for yourself.
Love yourself first, and everyone else will follow...Sing it India!