Labels… we all have them. What I realized after reading chapter 3 of Unglued is that some of the most hurtful labels are the ones I placed on myself. Many of these labels are also ones I hear my tweens saying about themselves. WHAT!!!! They are 10 years old and calling themselves stupid, I DON’T THINK SO!!! Chapter 3 has just become a family chapter. Sticky notes around the house,
“Labels only stick if I let them!”,
“A soul who believes she can’t leave…doesn’t”,
“Oh God, chisel me. I don’t want to be locked in my hard places forever.”
I absolutely cannot allow this pain and suffering to infect another generation of women. Going to fight with all that I am to be the best example of a woman that throws off all my labels. The only labels my daughters will wear are…
I am the daughter of Christ.
I am beautiful from the inside out.
I am smart.
I am funny.
I can do anything.