Different
Many times in my life, I have wondered what it would be like to be normal.
No, stay with me here. I grew up in a small town, full of cookie-cutter blond girls with perfect green eyes and cute dresses whose moms would enter them in pageants and enroll them in dance classes. And I wanted to be like that.
I was the kid with coke-bottle glasses and bad coordination. From the time I was about three, everyone knew I was "different." My understanding of that was that it was a Very Bad Thing. So I tried my hardest to be like everyone else. I copied the styles of the other girls in my class, wore my hair the same way, talked the same way.
But in spite of that, there was something different about me. And everyone knew it. As a result, I didn't have that many real friends. Oh, I knew everyone. And generally speaking, I was kind of well-liked...although I did have a bully or two.
I'm just now beginning to realize how cool I am. I mean, I'm the only one I know who can entertain herself for hours on end by reading up on Pixar animated shorts on the Internet. I come up with pretty cute things to say...even if I'm the only one who thinks it's funny. And let's face it, I'm the only one who's not embarrassed to have a parachute on her car. (Hi, Brian M.!)
And despite everything I have done in my life (and believe me, there's plenty), I have many great friends who love me, often in spite of myself. And I have a Lord who loves me as well. After all, He made me.
Just as I am.
No, stay with me here. I grew up in a small town, full of cookie-cutter blond girls with perfect green eyes and cute dresses whose moms would enter them in pageants and enroll them in dance classes. And I wanted to be like that.
I was the kid with coke-bottle glasses and bad coordination. From the time I was about three, everyone knew I was "different." My understanding of that was that it was a Very Bad Thing. So I tried my hardest to be like everyone else. I copied the styles of the other girls in my class, wore my hair the same way, talked the same way.
But in spite of that, there was something different about me. And everyone knew it. As a result, I didn't have that many real friends. Oh, I knew everyone. And generally speaking, I was kind of well-liked...although I did have a bully or two.
I'm just now beginning to realize how cool I am. I mean, I'm the only one I know who can entertain herself for hours on end by reading up on Pixar animated shorts on the Internet. I come up with pretty cute things to say...even if I'm the only one who thinks it's funny. And let's face it, I'm the only one who's not embarrassed to have a parachute on her car. (Hi, Brian M.!)
And despite everything I have done in my life (and believe me, there's plenty), I have many great friends who love me, often in spite of myself. And I have a Lord who loves me as well. After all, He made me.
Just as I am.
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