You were made, specifically the way you are.
We forget that. We try to be someone else. We want to have that look, that attitude, those gifts. Ultimately though, you are you.
I have a few close friends that are also women I look up to for special reasons. For their godliness, their patience, their outlook, their insane ability to always look put together (I see you Hanna S. and for real, every outfit).
But at the end of the day, I am me. With my man calves, my insane vernacular, crazy typing skills, sarcasm that won’t quit, scarred knees, wit, charm and a growing faith in the God who made me.
Don’t be me. Don’t be Taylor. Be YOU.
When you have confidence in who you are, your qualities and strengths, your weaknesses and beauty. All of it. That was meant for a specific purpose, in you.