tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339456041025178829.post2848781263450111202..comments2023-05-12T03:51:29.135-07:00Comments on Genuine // A Struggle, and Yet A Transformation: on value and worth and where it should all come fromAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13654523256795294902noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4339456041025178829.post-41628747641417811422012-08-19T13:34:39.394-07:002012-08-19T13:34:39.394-07:00WARNING: This is an extremely long comment, and yo...WARNING: This is an extremely long comment, and you don't have to read it all if you don't want to, I just really loved this post :)<br /><br />I know exactly how you feel Hannah, and I cannot tell you much this post encouraged me, just knowing that there is someone out there like me, who cares about not being "normal".<br />Last week was the state fair, and I'll admit it, I felt kinda out of place. I looked around and noticed all these girls wearing skin tight shirts, unexplainable short shorts, loads of makeup, and they all had boyfriends with them. While I was there with jeans, a cowgirl shirt, and with my siblings. I felt my self-confidence fade a whole lot, but I reminded myself that the guys, the real guys, the ones with the heart, aren't going to like me for that stuff, they are going to like me for me. And I know that there are guys like that out there.<br />My 8 year old brother, Max, has been getting to know this 11 year old boy (same age as my younger sister Maddie), and we had him come swimming with us. Maddie wore a really modest swimmsuit: a simple swim shirt with swim shorts. The next day, Max got home from his house and told us that he liked Maddie because she was cute, sensitive, funny, quiet, and then he said, modest. That gave me a huge wake up call. This kid liked my younger sister because she was modest. I cannot tell you how much that encouraged me to stay with my modest beliefs, because that told me that that boy was real, he had a real heart, for real girls, with real hearts.<br />We went to church that night at our friends house. And, obeying my parents rules, I stayed with my little brother, Menter, the whole time, while just about every other middle school/high school kid I knew was playing volleyball. After a while, two of the boys came out into the backyard, where I was, away from the volleyball, and started playing tennis. And let me say, I caught them both looking at me several times.<br />Hannah, this post was so exactly what I needed to hear today. I mean, I feel like I really know you now. I know that you are like me, and that you don't want to try to fit in by dressing immodestly, or wearing loads of makeup. I just flat out loved you Hannah, and I believe that this has got to be one of my most favorite posts that I have read ever. Thank you so much Hannah, I love you ♥<br /><br />~Molly~<br />mollyslittlecorner.blogspot.comMolly Mariehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11910158537152717843noreply@blogger.com