I was with all my sisters and we were getting ready for a wedding. Not one of ours, but a friend of the family. We were at the Alamo house and I don’t even remember whose wedding it was, I just remember that as I was getting ready, I was looking at my sisters and admiring their beauty. They are seriously stunning—each of them. And instead of feeling good about their loveliness, I started getting all down on myself. They all have blonde hair and it was long and flowy; I’m dark haired and I had cut it off into a short pixie cut and I was wishing that I was more feminine like them. I don’t remember what any of us were wearing, but once I saw each of them, I felt like I hadn’t brought the right clothes and I was uncomfortable in my own skin. As we got into the car, we all smooshed in together and I resigned myself to keep my head up and was trying to hold back the tears of insecurity. As we pulled out of the driveway, one of my sisters said, “I can’t believe how beautiful Brittany looks; it’s not fair.” And the others started muttering their agreement. I was completely floored. I couldn’t even speak and sat there with my mouth open and my breath stopped at my throat.
And by the time we got there I felt beautiful instead of whatever it was I felt before.
That’s what they do for me. I realized the other day that when I’m feeling insecure, I call my sisters and they build me up. (I need to stop doing that, because they probably are really sick of me needing their encouraging words over and over.)
I have been feeling badly about myself because I’ve still been recovering in many ways from my crazy pregnancy and I still have lots of extra weight on this body of mine. My sisters are coming in a little over a week and I found myself panicking at their svelte physiques and gorgeous selves (because it’s hard not to compare yourself to people who come from the same genetic structure as yourself). But then I remembered. These hotties love me. They are my biggest supporters. They make me feel beautiful.
I took these pictures. I made this stuff with my own two hands. I wrote these words. It's just a bunch of craziness, but it's what in this noggin. If you're going to use any of my stuff for your own stuff, just ask me. (I'm sure I'll say yes. I'm nice like that.) And a little linkie love never hurt anyone if you know what I'm sayin;)