There are some things that are just easier. Easier to talk about, easier to write about, and much, much easier to live through. On the same hand, some things are easier to learn.
Learning to love yourself and daily choosing to be confident isn’t one of those.
I found myself in a dark place as I was deciding how to approach this topic. A list of steps, “ten
easy ways to have a positive self-image.” Or maybe even a list of things to tell yourself every day, and to write on lovely lavender sticky notes and post all over your mirror. I can promise that won’t do it justice, and I read enough of that in Seventeen magazine.
Let me be real with ya, baby girl.
I am Miss Grace. A first year teacher with a lot to teach and even more to learn. Today, on the first day of school, I learned a lot from a five year old in five minutes.
After they finally got settled into their “big girl” and “big boy” desks in the Kindergarten classroom that smelled of crayons and anxiety (on my part), we welcomed the easiest part of the day: lunch. Thankfully, I let a student return to the classroom to get his lunch money while I managed to take the rest of the crew to the cafeteria. I was shocked to walk back in to the quiet, dark classroom and see the student on his knees praying.
“I was a teenager once, too, you know.”
That statement seems a little hard to believe coming from a beautifully aged mouth of a parent.
Yeah, but that was a bajillion years ago.
I write always. Maybe not on paper, but my thoughts immediately begin to form phrases and sentences in my mind. I think in words, not images. I cannot paint you a picture or sing you a song about my recent trip to South Asia. Even by writing, I can’t truly describe to you the way the little eyes their touch your soul, or the way you want to put band-aids on their little knees and tell them that this world is tough, but it’s not home. No, precious, we are not home.