When I was little I was determined to be different, to stand out. I was different anyway, so what I did to my outer appearance was supposed to somehow clothed what I thought my inner looked like. Layers and layers of different items or hats. I think I even went so far as painting my clothes. My dress sense evolved out of that to something not quite horrific and something I am mostly comfortable and happy with. I even sometimes stand in front of my mirror and think, wow, you look good. I was bigger than all the other girls, still am mostly and a very fat teenager, so to be able to say that is huge. And it is not simply clothing or not being fat, I know who I am, I know I am wonderfully made. I am a creative type. And a head type. I studied fashion designing. And I write. I tried art lessons (which I may try again). I love learning new things. For example, did you know that the one of the oldes...
living life intentionally