THE LAST SUPPER 🥖🍷🙏🏻
“While they were eating, Jesus took bread, and when he had given thanks, he broke it and gave it to his disciples, saying, “Take and eat; this is my body.” Then he took a cup, and when he had given thanks, he gave it to them, saying, “Drink from it, all of you. This is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins. I tell you, I will not drink from this fruit of the vine from now on until that day when I drink it new with you in my Father’s kingdom.” -Matthew 26:26-29-
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So this is me. .
No makeup, my hair is not styled, a little high, in comfy ill fitting clothes and a look of “get this over with”. I don’t take full body pictures but I needed to today. Because tomorrow is my birthday and I feel a bit wiser. .
I HATE the way my body LOOKS. I’m not at a point where I can accept it but I will say this. .
I LIKE the way my body FEELS.
As I turn this next chapter in my life, the 25th to be exact, I have a new appreciate for what my body does for me. Yes, sometimes against me but I have grown to appreciate the machine that runs my soul and it’s OK that I don’t like how my body looks. At the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter what my eyes see but what my heart feels. .
I also see that I don’t always like my body because I don’t know who I am most of the time. BPD has effected the whole identity of me and how I see who I am. That includes the home I reside in. This thick and wiggly home I wake up in every day no matter how different I see my personality every single morning. My body doesn’t feel like it matches me when I get lost in the haze of BPD but I have had more and more stretches of clear sky’s and being free of the haze to meet myself and who I truly am. .
I am kind, resilient, compassionate and crafty. I have a great sense of humor and can knock you of your feet with my quick and witty remarks. I enjoy being with close friends but do feel better alone crafting or coloring something. .
These are things that,no matter how far I fall into BPD, I can rely on as my identity. I may see Borderline Personality Disorder as a curse on the hard days but the sensitivity and empathy that I have been given are only a gift in disguise. .
Thank you Lord for another year and the grace to move forward with new wisdom and strength. Thank you for all of the people that have followed along and offered support and guidance when I have needed it most. 🙏💕
Thank You Lord for your blessings, mercy and love ❤️ Eternally grateful 😍
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