Growing up, I didn’t like the shape of my legs. I didn’t like the structure of my body, the complexion of my skin, the texture of my hair, the boundary of my hair line…
In fact, there were many things I didn’t like about myself. I never really classified myself as ‘beautiful’ or ‘pretty’. The fact that I had a small stature and was very slim… or should I say thin…made matters worse.
I couldn’t understand why I never got the right size of clothes in the market. Blouse, skirts, gowns…name them…they always needed to undergo a second touch by a seamstress. Even my NYSC attire was not an exception.🙈
To add salt to injury, world people will not let me rest. Na so so “Ezinne, be eating beans. It will make you grow taller.” “Ezinne, eat more sugar. It will make you grow fatter.” “Ha, Ezinne, why did you allow all your younger ones to be bigger than you na? Nobody will believe that you’re the first born oh!” As if I could help the matter. 😏
…until I understood this verse “I will praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Marvelous are your works and that my soul knows very well.” Then, I began to love myself – everything about my self.
I would say to myself “You are beautiful. You are just the perfect size. Anybody that is taller than you is too tall, and anybody that is bigger than you is too big.” 😁
And although sometimes I feel more fearful than wonderful, I have come to understand that “you are what you say you are”, and this statement happened to be the theme of Surdax Motivational May where I spoke today.
Size doesn’t matter to me anymore, but the greatness that I carry on the inside. After all they say “Dynamites come in small packages.”😉
How do you define yourself?