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my newfound singledom has sparked a wild and free fire of feministic thoughts. it seems that every time i find myself boyless, it's much easier to base my self-worth on things unseen, burried deep within my broken heart. these independent thoughts spur a "keep your chin up" attitude and have forced me to look for personal value in hidden places. unfortunately, i must acknowledge my weakness of reverting to old, less individualistic, habits--counting on my masculine comrade to boost moral and grant me worth. boo.
alas, i await such slippage :) i miss surprises, notes, random phone messages, and the like. but i really do like my freshly established inner beauty. i was degined by a God who doesn't make mistakes, so every physical "flaw" i find must be disregarded. how do you like that jenny craig?! fabulous outlook on life--my God, my maker, doesn't mess up. i am the perfect height (short), weight (let's not talk about that), and color (white? on the inside at least). i am no more or less than splendid. i am more costly than rubies or pearls and with this knowledge i can smile at tomorrow. and then i'm going to change the world.
may God clothe me with strength so that i may conduct myself with dignity. may i be proverbs 31. may i decorate my own soul. may i rise above it all.
singledom may have been the best thing coming for a very long time...