Being Small No More

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For many years of my life, I have chosen to do the things that made me feel small. I feared sticking my neck out, being too big, too loud, too much 0f anything. I drove a small, quiet car that was fuel efficient. I wanted to blend in. I wanted to hide. I feared being seen. Mostly, I feared being big.

I thought I was safe in my little shell. I thought that if I just kept my head down and kept moving that I would incur less damage. I mostly wore demure clothes, never wearing heels or doing things to call attention to myself in public.

Being a 5’8″ tall woman does not lend one to being small.

No longer able to shirk my calling to be a bigger, better version of myself, I am learning to sing my own praises, and accept them from others. Trading in the light colored Prius for a “Firecracker Red” Jeep was also a start as the Prius was cramping my style; driving for just 5 minutes made my hip hurt.

Growing emotionally, I am now sharing the very things that scare me most and that make me feel the most vulnerable. This strengthens my emotional body.

While it is scary as hell, I pass through the valley. Once on the other side, I can revel in my newly exposed, wrinkle-free skin. With each revelation, I grow further into my magnificence, the glory of God that I am here to be.

Please join me!

Namaste.

Photo by amenic181 at freedigitalphotos.net

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  1. I find it curious that your height was a source of self-conscious reflection. The advantage of being tall is supposed to be a BOOST in your confidence. If it’s your style to push people around, it’s psychologically easier to push around a shorter person than somebody who can look you in the eyes. From the outside looking in, your height works for you, so I’m glad to see you embrace it!

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    1. Yes, mostly I do embrace my height. Rarely is it my desire to push others around… Being built like an Amazon is not always an appealing feature for potential mates. And I have some work to do re the name calling in grade school. =)
      It’s all a process of unfolding.

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