God working through me

I have to tell this story, I suppose this is my weekly rant. (Although I'm not going to talk about my vagina, I promise.)

My sister and I are going to Vegas in April on a sisters' only trip. She is very excited and wants to rent runway dresses for the two of us to wear. I've been hemming and hawing on it, because I have body image issues. I feel like I'm a big fat, fat ass. And I mean that literally. I have great arms and legs, like my face - it's that whole middle part that feels fat and ugly to me.

Normally, I run - but post-surgery and with Dallas covered in ice and snow for a week, I haven't been running as much as I want to. I did join Weight Watchers, I'm just still hit-or-miss on doing it in any given day.

Since we've been doing this Bible program together, I've been in the habit of "owning" any emotions I happen to have when I'm having them. So I owned it to my sister. I told her how young, hot, and thin she was and how I was scared of being her "fat old sidekick." In the process of telling her how I feel, I realized my own insecurities don't even matter. If she feels beautiful and is having fun, I'm so proud to be with her. I love her, and that's all that really matters.

I really felt like God was changing me through the experience. So I had to share.