by Kimmie Plummer
I have to admit, this was a hard blog post for me to write because this is something I struggle with ALL.THE.TIME. I rewrote my words too many times, hoping that I could eloquently convey my message. Instead, I am afraid this will be raw, rough, and entirely too honest.
For as long as I can remember, I have been an over-analyzer. I have to think things through over and over and over again, hoping to glean just a bit more information.
It’s like, I know in my head that I’m a daughter of God, but my heart keeps asking:
I know that I am at a healthy weight, but why don’t I fit into size 2 jeans?
I feel pretty today, but why don’t I look like her?
I am a good person, but why don’t I like myself today?
I am trying so hard, but why is it never enough?
I know I am strong, so why do I let others tear me down?