So, it's seriously KILLING me that I'm not home right now. Like honestly, I haven't been this homesick all semester. I've become really accustomed to college life, and the homesickness had sort of all but gone away until now. Except this time there's a specific reason for it, not just generally missing home. My sister Amy is in Cabaret this weekend and I just hate so SO MUCH that I can't be there. You see, the two years that we were in high school together, I was an upper classmen. In the world of high school choir/theatre that essentially translates into it's your time in the spotlight. Amy was my biggest supporter the entire time. She would always be by my side giving me pep talks before I went on stage, and would be the first one to run up and give me a hug and tell me how proud she was of me. She's truly my best friend, and I don't think she ever truly knew how much her support meant to me. I know so many people who don't get along with there siblings, and I'm so blessed to have a sister who is my best friend. Now, Amy's a junior and it's her well-deserved turn in the spotlight. Amy has worked her butt off and is so dedicated to music, especially musical theater. She is just so talented and an amazing person as well! I hope that she knows how truly proud I am of her and how truly sad I am that I can't be there in the audience! I'll be thinking of her this weekend! Oh and of course my beautiful senior soprano loves Robin and Sydney too! Even though I can't be there in person, my thoughts are in Virginia this weekend!! If I could only apparate, I would be in Virginia in a heartbeat! Darn you airlines and your ridiculously expensive prices...
This is a picture of me almost exactly three years ago: And this is a picture of me now: Now, you might be thinking this is one of those stories that you see in Weight Watchers ads on T.V. endorsing a diet. I promise it's not. This journey was about so much more than a number on a scale. It was about working towards being able to recognize my divine nature as a daughter of God. I'll start at the beginning. When I started my freshman year at BYU, my self-confidence was at an all time low. I would try on about five outfits every morning, look in the mirror, and then immediately change. My low self-esteem was reflected in the way I talked to people, the way I dressed, and just the overall way that I carried myself. I compared myself to everyone else around me and was constantly tearing myself down. My lack of self-esteem seemed so obvious, yet it seemed like no one truly understood how I felt. I knew I needed to make some changes, but I just didn't know how. Af...
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