From Body Hatred to Believing I’m Beautiful: My Radical Change of Clothes
How would my life change if I believed my body was beautiful just as it is — not disgusting or acceptable or fixable but actually beautiful?
How would my life change if I believed my body was beautiful just as it is — not disgusting or acceptable or fixable but actually beautiful?
Despite therapy and self-awareness and self-help books, people don’t make it out of awkwardness alone — they need community.
With more and more Millennials feeling drawn to liturgy, I’m finding comfort in embracing the “conversational and sacramental.”
We all love to be practical and intentional, especially when money’s tight and time is short. But maybe living impractically is exactly what we need.
I think marriage is like child-raising for a lot of people. There’s so much fear associated with it. What if I marry the wrong person?
There is something to be said for mystique and mystery. So let’s be bold and brave but also cautious. Let’s be honest but patient. Let’s be clear but wise.
My view on blogging resembles classic marriage advice that’s given: It’s better not to have a (blog) than to have a (blog) and wish you didn’t have one.
As much as I love a quiet night at home with Netflix, my heart grows bitter and weary without life-giving friendships.
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