Your infinite worth

I can see your pain.

I've always seen it.

I know you thought you did a bang up job of hiding it.

But it was always there.

I could see it in your beautiful blue eyes when you spoke about your father.

I knew you'd had a hard day when I'd see the cans of empty energy drinks littering your coffee table.

You always said you were an open book, letting everyone see everything. But there was always that part of you that you tried so hard to keep locked up.

I could see you struggle to share, the desire you had to let someone else to help you share the ginormous burden you held on your back.

But you always stopped yourself as soon as sharing got too painful.

You went through a lot. You had a lot of people hurt you. You loved so hard, so openly, to everyone. And so many people shut you out, damaged you.

And you still loved. Everyone.

I have never been more inspired in such a short period of time. I've never met someone who's taught me more about people, about loving others, and been such a perfect example of being Christlike at all times.

You hid your pain behind that persona, your signature.

But you became so beautiful to me on those days that you became vulnerable. Those nights, in the dark, the sleepy, tearfilled eyes, the whispered words of honesty.

It's always amazed me, how, after every single thing, you've still opened up your heart to anyone that would take the time to look at you.

Not because you needed more love in your life. You have plenty of people offering their love. But because you wanted to make sure EVERYONE else had a chance to have as much love as possible.

You would've willingly given your life for someone that didn't give you a second thought, because you saw their infinite worth.

And yet, almost no one saw yours.

Hi, my name is: Confident

There are many a misconception in this world. Here are a few that bug me.

If you think you're ugly you're trying to draw attention and compliments.
If you think you're beautiful you're conceited.

MAKE UP YOUR MINDS, PEOPLE!!

Yup. That's about where the "holy poo this pisses me off" line is drawn. There are others, but they aren't pertinent to this post.

Allow me to give you a couple of scenarios where these assumptions are and aren't accurate.

Situation 1:
*girl posts picture of herself on facebook* Ohmygawsh. I look so uglly. Liiike if you disagree!

^^That also pisses me off. She just wants attention. Feel free to think what you want.

Situation 2:
*girl talking to...anyone*
"I just don't look good today."

Okay. This last situation is harder to explain than just stating that, so I'll elaborate.

Everyone has off days. Sometimes a pretty girl looks in the mirror and realizes she's having an off day. Maybe she's on second day hair. Or she slept on her hair funny. Or she's breaking out. There could be any number of reasons for this "off" day, but these are the most common ones(or at least the ones that apply to me). If she says that she doesn't look good TODAY, or "I look like crap/shapoopy/poo", this DOESN'T mean she thinks she's ugly. She's having an off day. She's not UGLY, she just looks like crap TODAY.

Now, the beauty thing.

See, I know I'm a pretty good looking person. I just know I am. I don't need people to tell me, I don't seek out compliments. I LOVE compliments, but I don't ASK for them, ya know? And I know a lot of other pretty girls who feel like this. You know you're pretty, but if you even ACKNOWLEDGE you're good looking, people jump all over you. "Wow, conceited much?" "Need a piece of humble pie?" etc.

If I say I look pretty, I'm not conceited. It would be conceited if I went on and on and on about it, but if I casually mention "I look real good today" or something(in context...) I'm not being conceited. I'm confident. And being confident is good. It is.

I get called conceited/prideful a lot. And yes, I may be somewhat conceited, but I almost never act it, unless you're one of my best friends. Then I can be highly conceited.


Don't mix it up. Guess what guys? I look good today. Deal with it. ;)