I took this photo a few months ago. But yet the photo tells you more about me than a thousand posts could. My college pastor like I posted a week ago I think, was talking about how we are all actors. I’ve taken a look at myself in the mirror these past weeks and what I see is a girl with a mask on her face like the photo I have there. I’m not sure when it became second nature to wear it everywhere or to swap it out one mask for another that was more suited for the situation. But what I do knew is that life taught me how to wear them because it said that there was something wrong with me, as it bruised me over and over again until I decided enough was enough and started to hide my fears and everything that was undesirable under the mask.
Now I look in the mirror and want to change myself, to slowly take off the mask like I’m doing in the photo and starting to let the real me show, bit by bit. There are parts of me I don’t like, parts I would rather disappear forever, but they are still a part of me just as much as my eyes or the finger tips that are pounding away on the key board. I need to start accepting who I am as God made me, even if it seems like I’m not good enough to be that girl. I know this isn’t going to happen over night, but someone once told me baby steps. And for now baby steps, seem like the right way to go.
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