Alot of time=blog post

 It was because I woke up too early that I realized this:

I had this helpful realization. If everyone is their own worst critic, and they hate the way they look, then the fact that I look nothing like them means that they are more likely to think I a pretty, instead of being so worried about looking like everyone else.

I was upset because I didn't  meet the standard that it seemed everyone else did in their costumes. They all looked so wonderful, but I was often singled out or recognized because I was different. I was an angel 😇 and recognized as such even though I felt that my costume was very lacking. I was thinking of all the times I flip flopped thinking the grass was greener on the otherwise, somehow missing the on ious truth that the grass is greenest because it us regarded as such.

I have been skinny and figured it was better to be fat, or at least like everyone else, but when I get it, I just want to be skinny again, no! No more! I need to love what I am, and appreciate what I have not focus on what I could have.

OK, enough time spent on that thought.