I'm tired of being obsessed with body image. Moreso, I'm tired of people telling me to be obsessed with body image. God doesn't make mistakes and he loves me even though I don't know how to apply makeup, and the fact that I wear sweatpants more than I wear jeans does not make me any less of a person in his eyes. I'm excited for camp--where the way I dress is the norm and people have better things on which to focus than the way their legs look and dressing cute all the time...whatever that means.
I had this really long rant about body image written out, but it wasn't interesting enough to post. I'm just in the part of the cycle where I'm unsatisfied and easily annoyed when the inferiority of my appearance is incessantly pointed to. That's all :)
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