21 Questions Blog Tag (Speed dating?!)


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So I was tagged by Natalie over at Joy With Sarcasm

1. Are you named after anyone? I don’t think so…

2. When was the last time you cried? Last night :/

3. Do you have kids? Not yet! 
4. If you were another person, would you be a friend of yourself? Yeah I would, I can be mean some times but overall I’m awesome! 
5. Do you use sarcasm a lot? I don’t really know….
6. Will you ever bungee-jump? Pay me.
7. What’s your favorite cereal? Fruit-loops ^.^
8. What’s the first thing you notice about people? Personality!
9. What is your eye color? Hazel/Brown
10. Scary movie or happy endings? Happy endings!
11. Favorite smells? Hot Chocolate and fresh rain ❤
12. Summer or winter? Summer!!! 
13. Computer or television? Computer, you can do more!
14. What’s the furthest you’ve ever been from home? Uhh, Little Rock USA I believe
15. Do you have any special talents? Uhm, I’m not sure, I can trip and fall a lot. Does that count?
16. Where were you born? Newmarket, in a hospital (or so I’m told)
17. What are your hobbies? Writing, Photography, Facetiming, and Facebook! haha
18. Do you have any pets? We have…3 cats, 1 turtle, fish (they range in number since we feed them to the turtle) and a Guinea Pig  
19. Favorite movie? Facing the Giants. Go. Watch. It. Now. 
20. Do you have any siblings? 3 younger brothers! (HELP ME)
21. What do you want to be when you grow up? Well…..Writer, photographer, wife, mother, speaker, and more!
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Brandi- Who I Am: Girls Finding Beauty Within Themselves

Brandi is one of my best friends, I met her though another blog and we have been talking ever since! She blogs over at: Revealing Hope

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When I was 12 I had a huge struggle with myself and how I looked. I have seen that there are tons and tons of girls having low self confidence and it’s beginning to start and spread to girls at younger ages. In the media, they are forcing a certain look. All the celebrities have perfect white teeth and really curvy bodies. Why can’t I look like them? When I was younger my struggle was with my smile. It wasn’t pure white like people in the Colgate adds, but it also wasn’t yellow. My teeth were slightly crooked and I had trouble getting rid of baby teeth. And that was just the beginning of my self doubt.

        When I was twelve I had a morning ritual. Every time I passed the mirror I would smile real big and  think “you are so ugly,” or “I don’t deserve to smile.” And sometimes “if you smile babies will cry and people will die.” I felt horrible. So I decided never to smile. If I laughed I would make sure I didn’t open my mouth so people couldn’t see my insecurity. As the year wore I on, I began to get sadder and sadder. Every time I passed a mirror I would remind myself how ugly I was. Every other night I would cry into my pillow.

Nobody ever told me I was ugly, I actually got a lot of compliments on how I looked. I was bulling myself for no real reason. When I was younger, if I ever did anything bad I would cry and think people hate me. If I spilled my milk my parents would be disappointed in me. I would pressure myself to be perfect. A goal now one can achieve. I have always tried to be that perfect person who pleases their parents and are good influences for their friends.

So anyways, as the year turned to fall my two “best friends” started bullying me and making fun of me, my faith, and my family.  I was helping *Riley and *Hailey climb a tree. If they started to slip I would push them back up. As they were in the tree they started spitting in my hair and calling me B. S. My initials, but that was not what they were meaning. I came home and cried. They didn’t say I looked ugly but for some reason I associated it with that. I talked to my mom about what happend and she was talking about how one thing can lead to another like rabbit trails. I also saw how it was effecting my family so I started smiling again, but not because I felt good about myself. I smiled for my family.

I soon realized that I was jumping to conclusions about my looks. For example “they were excluding me because I am ugly.”  And I kept adding on to that sentence with more of my insecurities. Have you ever done that? I began to read the Bible more to answer my unanswered questions. The more I read, the more I prayed. The more I prayed the stronger my relationship became with God. The stronger my relationship, the better I felt.
Through God I learned to love myself and accept my flaws. I now smile regularly and think that I am beautiful. I was talking to my mom the other day and she said that most times people have to be at the end of their rope to understand how much they need God. I have been a Christian for as long as I can remember, I am growing up In a wonderful Christian family. It doesn’t matter who you are or where your from, but God will be there for you in the end, just like He was in the beginning. I know that everybody’s struggle different and that there are problems like this each year and every day. Here are some bible verses that helped me, maybe they will help you on your journey:

Proverbs 3:5-6
“Trust in The Lord with all your heart, lean not in your own understanding. With all your ways acknowledge Him and he will make your oaths straight.”

Joshua 1:9
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong, be courageous. For The Lord your God is with you.

Psalm 139:14
“I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”

Psalm 32:10
“Many are the sorrows of the wicked, but (she) who trusts in The Lord, loving kindness shall surround (her).

I will be praying for you.

Blessings,
Brandi
Revealing Hope

Natalie- Who I Am: Girls Finding Beauty Within Themselves

 

 

 

 

 

This is Natalie’s story, she is 18 years old and a great friend of mine and love her dearly! She also has a blog that y’all should check out! Joy With Sarcasm

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Every time I’m asked to give a word to describe myself, the first one I think of is adaptable. Truthfully, I don’t really know who I am, most of the time, but I know who I am expected to be, therefore, that is how I act. It’s a defense mechanism of sorts. Probably derived from my constant travelling and having to change countries every couple years, or maybe the contrasting groups and environments I find myself in(school, church, home), or maybe even due to the bullying I experienced as a middle schooler. Whatever the reason is, I have learned how to be Natalie the diligent student, Natalie the responsible daughter, Natalie the sarcastic friend, Natalie the _______ and forgotten how to be just Natalie. Apparently. I’m a workaholic. I find myself signing up and doing so many things as to avoid giving myself a moment to sit down and discover who I am. When I’m busy, I don’t have to think too much and it’s nice. But only temporarily. My drug, volunteering. Not the worst thing to be addicted to but an addiction nonetheless.

If I am to be totally honest with myself, this because I’m scared if I take a long, good look at myself, I wouldn’t like what I see. Most of the time I don’t like what I see anyway. A lot of people think I’m confident, comfortable in my own skin and whatnot but that couldn’t be further from the truth. At times, I feel like a stranger in my own body. Like I don’t like who I am and know I can’t truly change it so I be someone else… ergo Natalie the _____. I don’t have all that big of a self esteem. Stupid things get to me. The fact that in that shirt, my belly looks especially big, those pants make my thighs look humongous. I hate glass doors because I see my reflection in it when I walk towards it and I don’t feel like looking at myself. I find myself looking away or my head dropped down low as I draw near it. As for who I am as a person—you know, the inside—the saying, “You are your own worst critic” rings through. I constantly find myself tearing my own self down about stupid little things I do and say.

Recently, I came back from a reunion with some of the people I went to Haiti with last summer. My leader, one of the most insightful people I have ever met, was talking to be about finding my identity in Christ. As I take time to think about what that truly means, I’ve began to see how beautiful that really is. I think—know—I’m not the greatest person, quite the opposite, but that’s not what God sees when He looks down on me. He sees His wonderful creation, made to glorify Him and serve. He sees His Son, the most perfect being.

He sees perfection.

I’m not gonna lie. Realizing this hasn’t miraculously made me this confident person who is happy and la de da or whatever. However, it has put me on that track. I’m still discovering myself and looking for my identity. Except now, I’m doing it with the mindset of doing it in Christ, being Christ-like. And, at the end of it all, maybe I’ll be able to look up as I walk towards a glass door and smile at myself.

That’s What I’m Looking For: The girls inspired

In my last post I shared my story on loving myself and it touched a lot of girls and it got me thinking, why don’t I share their stories with you all?! So I am very proud to announce the new series, Who I Am: Girls Finding Beauty Within Themselves!!

I have one story all ready to go and will be up very shortly! In the mean time, if you have a story to share, email me it at daydreamnotebook@gmail.com I would love to hear your stories!! When you email me the stories include your first name and the first letter of your last name (like this; Sarah J.) and if your parents are ok with it, add a picture of you!

Again, I am so happy and grateful to God that I am able to touch other girls and hear the stories of self love and acceptance! And I want to thank Anthem Lights for writing that song, they are amazing and you all should go and buy their new CD!!

That’s What I’m Looking For

“Hey girl I gotta be honest
Truth is all I really want is
Someone who knows who they are
Beauty found inside her heart
I want her to be modest
That kind of girl is hottest
A lady living for the Lord
Just so you know
That’s what I’m looking for”

  I cannot stop listening to this song, it has touched me in a *huge* way.  I have struggled with my self image for a long time, I thought that I wasn’t beautiful, that I was just plain, and dare I say, I often felt ugly. And, because I felt this way, I would dress and act in ways that are immodest. Seeing my own beauty is hard, and when I got into a relationship (Which is wonderful by the way) I started feeling even more insecure. I started feeling like, why is he with me? There are other girls that he knows that are way prettier than me.

  Those thoughts filled my head, but I didn’t let them all show. But as I became closer to Charming (Boyfriend’s Nickname :p haha) the walls that I had placed and built came down. I used to *never* show my face if I didn’t have make-up on, but in time, I would video chat with him and I wouldn’t have make-up on. And behold, he said that I looked beautiful without the make-up.

  Being in a relationship has taught me that I need to love myself for who I am before I can love another. Now, I’m not talking about being vain, no. What I am saying is accepting the flaws that I have, and maybe just maybe, loving the flaws so much that they no longer are flaws, that they are something that I couldn’t live without.

  When I loved myself, I loved God more. Accepting my flaws meant that I was accepting the way God made me, and thus, I love him more. I confess, there have been many times that I was *very* upset with the Lord (for reasons I wish not to share at this point in time) But as I go through life I cannot deny him, God is too great and wonderful to deny. He has done so much in my life, he has clearly placed his hand on me. I cannot and will not deny my God.

  Living for God has looked different over the years. Sometimes it is quiet, moving silently and creeping into the lives of many. Other times it is with a burning passion, a loud  forceful passion that cannot be contained. The burning passion one tends to scare people more, and I don’t want to do that, but the love I have for Christ cannot be silenced. I will die for him if the need be, for he died for me, what more could I do?

xoxo

Rebekah