Big, Beautiful Brain.  Microsoft Paint.Not the cleanest nor neatest comic, but it was fun to wo

Big, Beautiful Brain.  Microsoft Paint.

Not the cleanest nor neatest comic, but it was fun to work on!  

One thing that I have been learning (over time, with the help of many patient friends) is that it is possible to reframe nasty thoughts I hold about myself (or have even been told).  

For a simple example: My forehead.  Objectively, it ispretty darn big - it offered ample real estate for pimples when puberty hit.  It’s so big that when I was about 12, a (rather mean) salonist asked if I wanted bangs.  When I said no, she nodded her head, pulled down a length of my hair, and cut a set of bangs anyway; she flatly told me that I needed them.  The aunt who was with me eagerly agreed.  In retrospect, that’s kind of hilarious, but it’s a little traumatic to a middle-school-aged kid with an awful self esteem.  As silly as it seems, it’s something about myself that still bugs me from time to time.

There are a lot of deeper, more serious things that I am beginning to unlearn - that I am not weak, that I am not stupid, that I am not talentless.  Slowly, but surely, I am realizing that God made me intentionally as I am, and He is still helping me grow, and that’s fine - big, beautiful brain, and all.