Armor Plating

Last night was family night at my little sisters church group. I didn't really want to go, but they really wanted me to, so I did.

My make up was much lighter than what I usually do - I want to start trying more new things, so I made sure not to fall back onto my go-to smokey eye. It was very different, and at first I didn't think I'd like it, but I actually did. I'm going to do my make up like that again today, I think.

My mom and one of my sisters teased me a bit about how I fixed up (I just wore skinny jeans, a long sleeved black tee shirt with a belt, and my gold ballet flats, but my mom thought the flower in my hair was a bit much) but what they didn't know is that it wasn't about how I looked - it was about how I felt.

I don't really know anyone at church yet, and I get uncomfortable in situations like that - I think everyone does. But if I think I look good, I feel more confident. I feel more secure. And it doesn't matter what anyone may be thinking of me - because I like myself the way I am. It's sort of like armor plating: when I feel good about myself and how I look other people's opinions can't penetrate into me to make me feel bad about myself - or at least, I'm more resilient to it. ;-)