Feeling comfortable in my own skin has been a long process for me.
I was always tall for my age – strong and athletic instead of “skinny” and delicate. I loved the sparkly things in life while at the same time was happy getting muddy or jumping into athletics with the guys.
Even though the prospect of digging for worms or hunting for frogs to sell at our family bait shop excited me, a different vision of wonderfully made filled my head. Instead of adventurous, strong, and independent, I longed...
Published on February 07, 2019 01:08