This blog post has been on my mind for a long time...I knew what I wanted to say in my mind--I knew what my heart felt, but getting it on paper is the hardest thing. I also have to admit I didn't want to write it because its hard to "talk" about. So here we go---ready?! I don't think I am.
Growing up was hard. My parents were wonderful, supportive, helped me academically, gave me the food I needed to eat, taught me to love God, taught me right vs. wrong--they were part of who I am today. I had all these wonderful things, but growing up was still hard...you may ask why. The answer is---the way I looked. I grew up being stared at, being laughed at, being called names, having lots of questions asked to me at a young age. The question was "What is wrong with your nose?" That question haunted me for years--to the point that I didn't care the way I looked because all people saw was my big, fat, ugly nose. I was called ugly, the boys laughed at me, the girls made fun, adults stared, kids stared. I finally asked my dad, "What do I say when people ask me whats wrong with my nose?" Dad's reply was, "Tell them God made you that way." So I did, half-heardedly told them that is the way God made me." But it still wasn't easy. There were all these gorgeous girls around me--guys paying attention to them---then there was me...plain Becca...well we will leave it at that. It was hard. I couldn't help it though because that is how God made me.
In 9th grade, I had surgery but the doctor couldn't remove the entire neuroma--only part of it. It looked better--but still wasn't a pretty sight. Then college came...once again I was plagued with stares. I also worked with a bunch of kids and they asked ALL THE TIME...."Whats wrong with your nose?" Then it all came back to me--the memories of being made fun of---I also hated the way I looked. I wished there was a way to change it. There were times I would close my eyes and imagine myself looking "normal." But then something happened...I was at a breaking point. I snapped. I literally lost it---that is a whole other story. The day I lost it, dad took me on a drive. We talked. It helped, but it was still hard. I finally came to the point that I had to start liking myself and the way I looked. I started taking better care in the way I looked, took the time to do my hair, and apply makeup. I decided people can stare but I am "fearfully and wonderfully made." God made me this way for a reason--not sure why, and how He will use it for his glory, but he made me this way for a reason. I changed my attitude and learned to accept it. I see people every day who may not be the prettiest or most good looking people---but I learn from personal experience to look past it. There could be something going on in their life, they may have had a bad day, they may just need a smile. Every one is beautiful in their own unique way.
I have learned to laugh at myself, learned that there will people who will accept me and people who won't, learned that having a quirky sense of humor is the easiest way to help people look past my flaws, and learned to SMILE--always smile. A smile can make anyone's day.
I have also learned that judging someone by the way they look isn't always what it seems. A person can be ugly or "different" and have the biggest heart out of anyone. A person can be beautiful and be mean, ugly, and a snob. Looks aren't always everything---its what is on the inside that counts.
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