I hate my stomach. My midsection is something I constantly struggle with. I wake up every morning, lift up my stomach, observing it in the mirror for several minutes at a time.
Too often we define our lives by our disappointments. Our failed attempts to control things that simply can't be controlled. Our emotions, our heartbreaks, our "you're not good enough" stories. Too often we place the world on our shoulders, attempting to solve problems that simply can't be solved in the moment, or ever. We feel, [...]
You get ready for class, feeling confident about how you look. You spent a little extra time picking out an outfit, and maybe put on more makeup than usual. As you walk through campus, people are coming up behind you and tapping you twice, proclaiming, "I like you!" They then stick stars all over your [...]