In honor of the fact that I have had Miranda Lambert's "Only Prettier" stuck in my head all day, I was going to write a bit today about the necessity of putting one's self in a pretty package, but then I got to thinking a little about how a chapter in the book I'm reading cautioned me this morning about being too judgmental, now I'm thinking about how one of my AB's is a recovering crazy and how much I love her despite, actually mostly because of, her crazy.
Then it dawned on me. We have a lot in common, my crazy AB and I. Which means that I might be a crazy, too. Of course this makes me laugh, because I believe that crazy people always think they are sane. I, of course, pride myself on my level head and ability to stay completely cool and confident in all scenarios. Ohhhhhhh, the irony.
I think crazy is kind of like having cankles. First, you should know that I've been secretly self-conscious about my ankles since I was in the fifth grade when a super cute, older boy told me that girls with fat ankles were ugly. He then pointed out that mine were "a little on the thick side." Boom. Actually, that's probably when the crazy started, too.
At any rate, I noticed that my cankles showed up a little today. It's back to school time, which means my summer of healthier-than-normal eating etc. is over and I've already caved in to my ceremonial 10 am bag of Chex-Mix and can of Mountain Dew. Trust me, it does lovely things for water retention. Since we've already established that God likes to make good and clear those delicate little lessons I'm supposed to be learning, there is probably no coincidence that as I was strapping on my running shoes and thinking about the sad state of my lower legs, that I heard the sounds of Miss Miranda over the radio waves.
You catch more flies with the sweet, pretty taste of honey, y'all and neither sodium-induced cankles nor act-like-you-lost-your-mind crazy are all that pretty. That's for sure, but we all have a little bit of both in us. And let's be honest, pretty isn't all that easy, neither is overcoming water retention or maintaining sanity. It takes time and patience to do things for ourselves that make us feel pretty and I guess that's where this whole post comes full circle: there's a little bit of sanity in being able to laugh at your crazy and those of us who choose to act "prettier" will be prettier.
Having confidence is just like being you, only prettier. You know what you had to do to earn it and believe you're worth the work to keep yourself that way. Oh. Wait. Isn't that kind of like sanity?