It feels so weird to be in my skin.
Imagine, you’re out just doing the normal thing like buying some gum from the store and when people walk by you they stop and stare and smile…all the time.
All the time.
All day.
Tonight as I was just getting onto my shift at Denny’s a big table filled with grown men were walking out. As they passed me each one of them stopped to look me in my face and ask me what my name is. Each.One.
It’s crazy! I just stand there feeling all uncomfortable.
I can’t be that cute. I don’t feel that cute on the inside. I don’t have an outstanding figure and in my uniforms I must look atrocious. It must be my eyes. For some reason I feel like they define me.
People stop and stare at my eyes all the time. I’m serious, it has to be at least 20 times a day. I’m so serious.
Man…I want to see what they see.
When I look in the mirror all I see is me- Buckeed tooth, big nose Tee. I wonder what they’re looking at.
The smile on their faces is so delightful to see, though. Their faces light up when they see me as though I just bought them a birthday surprise.
Do ya’ll know what that feels like?
Man..I feel like an angel placed on this earth to make people feel good.
Or maybe God made me attractive to help brighten people’s day. So I put on my makeup and I’m extra nice and extra friendly and I play with all kids and dogs. It doesn’t matter who you are, if you’re in my realm of sight you’re going to be treated as though you are the most important person in the world.
When people walk away from me I want them to think, “Wow, that was a very special woman.”
I don’t know man. I’m just so flattered that God chose me to have ALL these gifts. He made me like this for a reason and I promise that I’m going to do it as big as I can to say Thankyou.
Sometimes it’s not about setting a goal. Sometimes it’s about seeing how far you can go.
Let’s go.