How comfortable are you in your skin? Do you hide away from others? Sit quietly at the back hoping you won’t get noticed? Wear muted colours not to attract attention? Feel conscious of your size or how you look?
Driving down the hill into my lovely village, the beach and the ocean open up in front of you in a soul soothing vista that refreshes tired eyes. Dotted about in the breakers are surfers of all ages in their shiny black wetsuits, trying to catch that elusive wave, disappearing for a heart stopping moment before bobbing back up and going out there again.
Drying off behind their vans and cars or struggling to get into those body hugging suits I’m very glad I don’t have to wear one! Being middle aged and more than curvy I’m happy to stay in more flattering gear.
But it got me thinking, how comfortable are we with who we are? How satisfied am I to allow others to see the real me, the one I’ve often tried to hide? Thankfully age has taught me a few precious lessons.
- I can’t fix it for everyone, much as I might like to try.
- I have come through many traumas and heartaches and survived.
- It is definitely better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
- I am comfortable with who I am now for I am “fearfully and wonderfully made”.
- I may not get it right all the time and mess up often but I keep on going.
- Grace can handle everything.
So I don’t have to worry about what people think, I don’t have to apologise for being me and thank God I don’t have to wear a wetsuit!