so, I was about to post something on Facebook along the lines of, "Nothing says 'destroy your self-esteem' like going shopping for clothes. Le sigh."
jabbing at myself, of course.
although, when I came upstairs to my lappy to post about it, this HUGE storm whipped up and the power went out.
I just thought about it right now, but I'd like to let myself believe that God whipped up a huge thunderstorm because he knew that I love them, and that he wanted to tell me that I'm okay the way I am. He loves me, and it doesn't matter what I look like.
I am so grateful for the spirit, and that I am able to be receptive to it at times like these.