Why I’m Deleting Socials
The second picture? Oh man. I love that little girl. How could I not? There is a purity and preciousness that just illuminates from her. But the girl in the first picture? I don’t love her as much. I actually often judge her. She is so scattered brained, usually anxious, she can be way too loud, she has never been skinny enough, & honestly the list of her faults is long. Like really long… Why do I do this? Why do WE do this? Why is the same little girl that’s so precious to me, all of a sudden not good enough? The answer at its root, & the answer itself, are one and the same: “simplicity”. See- when I was a little girl, knowing that Jesus loved me & that He said I was beautiful was enough for me. But years later, & it’s not so simple anymore. Now it’s complicated. Because in the last 22 years I’ve been hurt. I’ve been lied too. Instagram says I’m only worth something if I have a blue check. TikTok told me that my life isn’t romanticized enough. Netflix ...