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I'm Anna. I'm not like anyone else I know. I sing, I dance. I fall down and I get up again. I love to love, and I love to laugh. I've cried before and I'll cry again, but the sun keeps coming back out. I love Jesus, He saved me when I didn't have a place or a friend in the world. Enjoy my blog, I've written it just for you. Always, Anna

Friday, July 15, 2011

Dude. Check out the morals on THAT girl..

This is one of those blog posts where I just start typing without any inclination of where I'm going with it.

You ready?

Last night I went to see the last Harry Potter movie with one of my oldest friends. I laughed more than I have in a while..don't you love being with people that you don't have to worry about yourself around? No false pretenses. Just you.
Anyway, we got lost afterward trying to find my sister's apartment. But God and google got us there around three this morning..we crashed and drove home when it got daylight outside. Good night.

I've been thinking about how I've gotten a whole lot older in just the past two years. I've stopped trying, worrying so much about my outside self..I've gotten more worried about my inside self.

Thank Jesus I'm not thirteen anymore. When I spent every moment ofmy life trying to fit in. It was exhausting. And what blows me away is that there are girls my age that are still trying to be what everyone else wants. For these girls, I have a question. Is it worth it? In my experiences, the answer has always been no. It isn't.

Eight times out of ten, the reason girls play pretend about themselves? Guys. Period, point blank. So I'll say this.

No amount of makeup. No matter what you do or don't let him do. If you dress like you're on the streets or if you dress like you want to be. He is not worth compromising your dignity. I promise. It frustrates me to no end to see beautiful, wonderful girls let their idiot boyfriends walk all over them. Be yourself, be independent. Love yourself before you let someone else try to. Quit taking the crap. I feel like if every woman in the world stopped settling, then the men of the world would improve drastically. Guys get away with whatever you let them.

I'm not trying to turn this into a guy-bashing blog post. On the contrary, there are some great guys out there (granted, very few of them live within a hundred mile radious of my house) that will not ask you to change in any way except for the better. You won't have that nagging voice in the back of your head asking you where the "line" went that you weren't gonna let him cross.

So love yourself. Don't be an easy hook up or a backup plan.

In the Bible Soloman referrs to wisdom and understanding as female. Coincidence? I think not.


"The beginning of wisdom is this: Get wisdom, and whatever you get, get insight. Prize her highly, and she will exalt you; she will honor you if you embrace her...Keep hold of instruction; do not let go; guard her, for she is your life."

Proverbs 4:7-8, 13


So we know how much Soloman loved the ladies. 700 "official" wives and 300 concubines. I don't know if y'all are doing the math out there. But in order for him to be er, evenly distributed...he had to sleep with three women a day, every day all of his life.


And if this man, who did that much running around, can still see females as not just a source of sex.. but held them in such regard to identify wisdom as female? Maybe I'm the only one who thinks this is impressive.


My point is, guys who use the "I'm just a guy, I can't help it" excuse? Wrong. I mean, the lust thing I get. I won't sit here and lie, saying that girls don't get the exact same way. But using the "I'm a guy" excuse to act like a total D bag is soo not okay. Don't take it.


You're worth more.


"If weakness is all that no one wants to speak of, then 'cool' is just how far we have to fall. I am not immune, I only want to be loved. But I feel safe behind the firewall. Can I lose my need to impress? If you want the truth..I need to confess. I'm not alright. I'm broken inside. All I go through, it leads me to You."


Love you. Thanks for reading.


Just me,

Anna

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