On Loving Yourself Enough to Leave the Surface of Things
Most of my life I was trained to believe that my basic goodness was tied to my outer appearance. It was my face, my hair, and the number on the scale that determined whether or not I was acceptable, worthy. The clothes I wore held the power to determine if I belonged or would be shunned. Later, my earthly credentials began to factor in–the bigger my degree, the better my standing. Later still, it was my car, my house, my bank account that guaranteed my security. I was trapped on the surface of things. All the while I was striving… …Read More »
