I often feel like a square in a world of circles. I stand out and rarely blend in. A phrase I hear often is, “I have never met anyone like you.” In reflection, I realized people were complimenting me on how much they enjoyed my personality and humor; however, for some time, it left me feeling self-conscious. I would ponder to myself, “I think they just called me the village weirdo.”
One day I was sitting in traffic, and it hit me. Of course, there is no one else like me. There is only one me. I needed to stop comparing myself to everyone else. I couldn’t be anyone else. Those positions were filled. I could only be me. I decided then, if I was going to be me, I was going to be the best me I could be! I only wish this was something I realized in my teens opposed to my 30s.
I also realized in being myself I was actually honoring and praising God. I needed to be who he made me to be. I was not a mistake. He made me on purpose for a purpose. He already had great and wonderful plans for me before I even took my first breath! The only thing God was asking of me was to be the person he made me to be and to have faith. Stubbornness, ironically, is one of my gifts.
In being myself, I found out who my real friends were. I realized hateful people actually need the most love as their remarks and attitude were a reflection of their own insecurities. I also discovered the more comfortable I was in being myself, the more comfortable others were with being themselves around me.
Currently, I am finding the confidence to unapologetically be myself and find comfort in the perfect imperfections that make me who I am…sarcastic, random, awkward at times, quirky, real, honest, flawed, Christian, and suffering from volume control issues. Basically, I am the one and only Kim, who was made by God to be awesome.
P.S. He made you awesome too! Internet High Five!
Went to the gym…and I was the only one there! I did a solo karaoke performance in the weight room and laughed out loud while watching a movie in the cardio area. No headphones=freedom
Every woman I know seems to have a love/hate relationship with her eyebrows. Some are waxing them, plucking them with tweezers, combing them, grooming them, and I have even seen people flossing them as a form of plucking. I have the opposite problem. I don’t even put tweezers near mine. I am trying to keep the little eyebrows that I do have! I have very fair skin, and my eyebrows are a white blonde with a touch of light brown. Don’t believe me? Please see Exhibit A.
I have to draw my eyebrows in. The eyebrow pens are awful because I look like I am trying to bring back the 1990’s eyebrow trend/ a blind person did my eyebrows. I even had a day where I was watching my toddler behind me in the mirror while applying makeup. I accidentally used 24 hour black eyeliner instead of the brown eyebrow pencil. I got some stares that day! I have now graduated to using a small angled brush and apply something that looks like eyeshadow on to my balding eyebrow area.
Ok, so here the is the dilemma. There is so much pressure to make my brows look the same. Both of them need to be twins, but most days I just go for sisters. Plus, how my eyebrows look defines my whole facial expression for that day. As we all know, eyebrows can speak louder than words. The following are all exaggerated examples of eyebrow drawings gone wrong.
Too flat= I look like Bert from Sesame Street or I am mad. It is like resting B face without even trying.
Too close= I have a unibrow
Too high = I look surprised all day.
One higher than the other =I look intrigued all day.
The struggle is real guys and the grass is always greener on the other side. I would loved to have enough eyebrows to pluck and get waxed. At least that way a professional could shape my eyebrows for me and I could just pluck when needed.
Point of the story, be careful judging how someone feels based on what their eyebrows are saying. They might have just done a bad job doing them that morning!