Maybe it's the fact that I'm turning 16 in 9 days, or maybe it's the fact that I'm naturally a curious person but all I can think about is love.
Now I'm not talking about the stupid teen tumblr posts like this...
Now I'm not talking about the stupid teen tumblr posts like this...
If you can get over the deepness of the first photo and the chick being suffocated in the second picture, yay for you. And I don't mean to be rude, but don't ask me to stay up and talk to you... I worship every ounce of sleep that I get.
I don't mean to hate on tumblr at all, and sometimes yes I do think these pictures are cute. But, I guess I'm talking about a different kind of love.
In my eyes, (please remember I am an awkward teenager who thinks they know everything)
I see love as a necessity. It is something you can have everyday if you choose to, and you can give it to multiple people.
Love doesn't come when you start dating your significant other, you were born with love.
Although you might not have amazing parents, and you might not have come into this world with a great family situation, you were born with the love of a heavenly father who sent you here to return to him.
And why does he want you to come back to him?
Because he loves you.
He sent his son (who chose to suffer for you) to earth to gain a body and then to endure all of the sadness, guilt, shame, self-doubt, heartbreak and pain.
He felt it, all.
But, Christ had a choice. So why did Christ suffer for your sins?
Because he loves you.
Your life is a result of people who have sacrificed more than you can imagine.
I think about my parents, and I would never want to disappoint them because they put their lives on hold to bring me into the world.
They wake me up every morning, and feed me, and help me when I'm hurting.
And why do they do this?
Because they love me.
Everyone, no matter how "small" in the worlds eyes they are,
they are loved by someone, and because of that we are obligated to give them a chance.
Who are we to judge someone when this world is completely imperfect. When we are imperfect.
Now what the heck does this have to do with being healthy and losing weight?
It has everything to do with it.
Once we realize how much we are cared for and how much we are capable of caring for others, we can learn to have this same incredible love for ourselves.
I am important.
I am so proud of myself.
There are some days where this sucks...big big big time.
But no matter where I go, I always have someone who loves me.
My hero is Job. He lost all of his friends, all of his possessions; he basically lost everything.
Yet, he sat in the street with his head held high and proclaimed his testimony of a God who loved him.
I could be the fattest person in the world and I would still be loved.
But, I want to show God I am grateful for my body, I am grateful for my chance to be alive and I want to be the best alive me that I can be.
And that's exactly what I'm doing.
And while I'm making these changes, I'm realizing drop by drop that I do love myself.
And because of that, I can love others ten times easier.
And hey, hopefully one day I will meet someone who shares these same beliefs as me and maybe we'll just call it love.
www.http://mormon.org
I don't mean to hate on tumblr at all, and sometimes yes I do think these pictures are cute. But, I guess I'm talking about a different kind of love.
In my eyes, (please remember I am an awkward teenager who thinks they know everything)
I see love as a necessity. It is something you can have everyday if you choose to, and you can give it to multiple people.
Love doesn't come when you start dating your significant other, you were born with love.
Although you might not have amazing parents, and you might not have come into this world with a great family situation, you were born with the love of a heavenly father who sent you here to return to him.
And why does he want you to come back to him?
Because he loves you.
He sent his son (who chose to suffer for you) to earth to gain a body and then to endure all of the sadness, guilt, shame, self-doubt, heartbreak and pain.
He felt it, all.
But, Christ had a choice. So why did Christ suffer for your sins?
Because he loves you.
Your life is a result of people who have sacrificed more than you can imagine.
I think about my parents, and I would never want to disappoint them because they put their lives on hold to bring me into the world.
They wake me up every morning, and feed me, and help me when I'm hurting.
And why do they do this?
Because they love me.
Everyone, no matter how "small" in the worlds eyes they are,
they are loved by someone, and because of that we are obligated to give them a chance.
Who are we to judge someone when this world is completely imperfect. When we are imperfect.
Now what the heck does this have to do with being healthy and losing weight?
It has everything to do with it.
Once we realize how much we are cared for and how much we are capable of caring for others, we can learn to have this same incredible love for ourselves.
I am important.
I am so proud of myself.
There are some days where this sucks...big big big time.
But no matter where I go, I always have someone who loves me.
My hero is Job. He lost all of his friends, all of his possessions; he basically lost everything.
Yet, he sat in the street with his head held high and proclaimed his testimony of a God who loved him.
I could be the fattest person in the world and I would still be loved.
But, I want to show God I am grateful for my body, I am grateful for my chance to be alive and I want to be the best alive me that I can be.
And that's exactly what I'm doing.
And while I'm making these changes, I'm realizing drop by drop that I do love myself.
And because of that, I can love others ten times easier.
And hey, hopefully one day I will meet someone who shares these same beliefs as me and maybe we'll just call it love.
www.http://mormon.org