I'm not them

I am a star and only a star would recognize a star.

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Here are some podcast episode related to this topic:

The 20% I Don't Have (Dear Abba)

Learning to like myself

Social Media’s Idea of satisfaction

Daughter of the King Podcast on Spotify and Google Podcasts)

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Dear Diary,

For a large part of my teenage years, I compared myself to others, wanting to be who God has not created me to be.

I've watched videos on how to deal with comparison. They did little to help me. (It doesn't mean those videos are not useful. They just weren't tailor made for me.)

I realised I had to go to God myself.

"Abba, how can we work this out?"

My answer was seated in a book, the Confident Woman by Joyce Meyer.

I was reading it and certain sentences just came alive. It felt so surreal.

God made me me. If I keep spending my time trying to be someone else, I won't be happy and I might get to heaven before I find out all of the amazing things I missed out on just because I was busy trying to be someone else.

God doesn't make mistakes right?

So there must have been a reason I came to this world as me. He gave me just the perfect body he knew I'd need to fulfill his purpose on earth.

"I am not weird. I am unique." I told a friend once.

Don't call me weird. I'm not weird. I'm just myself. What's wrong with that?

How boring would it be if everyone in the world looked alike, spoke alike, acted alike?

Be unapologetically you!

God wouldn't have you be anybody else.

I can't be anybody else, so why don't I partner with God to morph into a version that I never knew existed? The version God knew existed all along? Guess I'll never find out if I don't take a step.

My life is beautiful.

We never know how interesting our lives are until we make a story out of it.

Is it the scars?

The number of scars I have are the number of my victories. I don't cover my scars. I celebrate them. They are the number of victories I have won on earth. I am beautiful. I wear a size 8. So?

My eyes are bulgy. I love them just like that. They are my favourite part of my body. Thanks to my friends who have been a big part of me learning to like myself.

And then Leanna Crawford? Her songs are beautiful. They are a big part of my journey.

I am a star and only a star would recognize a star.

If they don't see the star that I am, then maybe they are not seeing well.

"Blessed are you, Amiolaoluwa. You are highly favoured among women.”