Everything about me is big. From my hair to my smile to my volume of speaking to my boobs to my heart to my hips to my nose to my passion to my calf muscles. These past few weeks have been rough because it’s all hitting home how being big separates me from others. And I’m having a hard time appreciating my bigness.
For the record, being thankful isn’t something that other people can convince you of. They can yell at you and scold you and bully you into feeling bad for not being thankful, but they can’t actually make you thankful. That’s something that you have to struggle and cry and curse and pray for all on your own.
I keep on hearing this, and to me, it’s the most beautiful thing I can think to believe in at this point: Things get bad. And then one day, you look up, and you realize things aren’t bad anymore. Life on the other side of bad is what we’re living for.
