Show A Little Skin, Make A Little Love

Be your own you and make your own love… 

Showing skin seems to be all the rage these days. I’m not much of a “skin shower” myself, but some girls (and guys) rock the look. More power to you, but sometimes I just wish we could all wear really long poodle skirts and collared shirts again. Maybe I’m the only one, but I think it’s a fun little look. 

A few weekends ago I was out in downtown Nashville with some friends. We were at one of the many locations downtown just listening to a band and hanging out. As we walked through downtown I couldn’t help but feel awfully insecure. I was wearing jeans and a tank top and a cargo vest that I made fun of myself several times. Friends assured me I looked great, but I felt like I should be fishing. I had enough pockets to carry everyone’s lure and bait. One of the girls in our group was very tall, very skinny, and very pretty. She was also wearing a white crop top and tight black pants. She looked “hot.” I mean, she really turned all the guys’ heads. 

I can’t even say I was really jealous, I was just doing that thing where I kept wondering “What is wrong with me?” Not one guy tried to talk to me or my other friend and I was honestly just so embarrassed of my mom jeans and cargo vest. I felt AWFUL about myself. I kept wishing I was one of those incredibly gorgeous girls that guys just flocked to. The girl I was with even got asked for a picture with these men while I stood there like the UGLY STEP SISTER. I could have crawled under the stage where the band played and never came out.

Then I did start talking to a very nice, very attractive guy. We had the best conversation. He even told me about his girlfriend! How neat.

I could have just stood in the middle of the room and yelled and cried. I bet I still wouldn’t have gotten any male attention.

Then it really hit me. I was being so incredibly superficial. WHO CARES if a bunch of random guys don’t drool over me? I would never want someone to come hit on me because my stomach was showing. I mean no disrespect to this girl, or any girl, that chooses to wear revealing clothes. I can’t say I wouldn’t be tempted to if I didn’t have a perfect body. Thankfully that isn’t a temptation for me since I haven’t been hitting the gym as much as I’ve been hitting the kitchen. Anyway, I don’t want a guy to want me for my clothes or my body or my hair. I want him to want my heart and my mind. I like to think both of those are my greatest assets. I may not ever have the hottest body around but I hope my brain and my soul really knock some guy off his feet. 

The right guy will likely approach me somewhere I least expect (or in church or a coffee shop if my wildest fantasy comes true). And when he does, I hope we’ll have a pretty cool conversation. I hope I’m wearing my favorite t-shirt and jeans that cover everything up. 

But that’s not what I learned that night. I know outer appearance isn’t all that matters. Duh. We all know that whether we acknowledge it or not. What I really learned is that I have to own that. I can’t dwell on the attention someone else is getting because of his/her decisions. I have to know what’s important to me and be confident in my walk of life. I certainly have to show a little skin– a tough skin, a confident skin! I have to love my skin enough to cover it up and never let it get to me. The most important thing I should wear is my heart on my sleeve so that others can see inside it. 

That night, I learned the real meaning of “to each his own.” I say it all the time, but I really grasped it that night. I had to let go of my insecurities and make my own love right there all by myself. I had to stop acting awkward and insecure and uncomfortable. If I didn’t love myself in that moment, no one else would! So I made my own love and my own fun. I ended up meeting a really cool guy that was in a band in England. He didn’t hit on me nor did he comment on my weird cargo vest. We just talked about life and got to know each other’s hearts. I’ll probably never see him again, and that’s okay. His last name was Bird and I found a lot of symbolism in that. He was really free as a bird and that single conversation that night really set me free from so many worries and insecurities. 

There might have been thousands of girls in Nashville that night showing some skin and getting lots of love and attention from many guys, but I showed myself some skin and some love and let go of a lot of negativity. What I thought was one of the worst nights of my life turned out to be one of the best. It’s just a shame that I didn’t figure that out until a few weeks later. 

I can’t wait to attract the kind of guy I’ll share my heart and my life with. Hey, maybe I’ll even be wearing that green cargo vest. 

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And we make what people think our number one concern…In a world that is consumed by what’s on a screen 

It’s no secret that social media has taken over. I mean, it has seeped into pretty much everything in the world. 

So how much has it seeped into your brain, your life? 

The answer is most likely: A LOT. At least that’s my answer. And there are a million articles about the negative and positive effects of social media, reasons you should put your phone down and look up, and the way our generation lives through the internet, but what about the quality of life that is at stake here?

You’re lying if you say you’ve never posted something, a picture, a status, a video, to get “likes” from your followers. You want them to like your post. You want them to like you. If someone likes my picture, that means they like me, right? Is that what the world has come to? We are basing our self-worth off of the number of “likes” we get on an Instagram picture. 

Worse than that, we are followers of lives that are not our own. We scroll through pictures to see what everyone else is doing with their lives, and if it seems better than what we’re doing, we feel sorry for ourselves. NO. Just no. We cannot let ourselves become envious just because someone posts a pretty picture. Instead of obsessing over the lives of the people in our network, we need to be focusing on ours, focusing on the moments we’ll NEVER get back. If we are busy “stalking” someone else’s Facebook, how will we ever create the moments that we’ll post on our own Facebook? 

There are moments that can’t be summed up in a tweet or a picture. There are moments that resonate with us forever and build us and mold us into the person we are. That’s what we have to seek out in other people. Those characteristics that make them them, not the pictures from their trip or their big event or their new workout regime. All of those things are great. All of those things take part in making a person who they are, but the things in life that weigh the most can’t be found on anyone’s social media; they can only be found in face-to-face conversation and really listening to that person’s story. If we don’t want to be judged solely on our social media sites, we can’t judge others like that either, whether good or bad. 

So don’t worry if you never have 2,000 twitter followers or 600 likes on a status or a picture. How much love do you have around you? How much have you grown spiritually? How truly happy are you with who you are? Those are the questions that will matter. Those are the things you will take to the grave and that will live on even after that.

No one puts their Twitter name and number of followers on their tombstone anyway.