I’ve always felt socially awkward.
like a seventh grader
Ashamed of who I am.
Since puberty, probably.
Popular, beautiful people cannot understand this pain easily.
I still struggle against this mindset.
I was thinking of this again, as I was squirming on my cushions last night.
I am going to reframe it.
🌻I am who I am.
God and my life experience has shaped me. I accept it. I forgive all my own awkward misrepresentation of myself with other people.
I forgive myself for my social anxiety that makes me look a fool.
I forgive the beautiful-popular-insecure-people who don’t see me.
I release all that bitterness toward self and others now to Jesus.
It weighs me down.
I thank you God for the way you made me. I am at peace with myself and free to trust You with all that old stuff.
Teach me to look out at the world 🌎 and really SEE it.
Give me someone that I can be kind to today.
Show me the pain all around me.
Take my eyes off myself.
I give the power to tell me who I am only to YOU.
I love you God. You make me 😃 smile. 🌻