All is vanity....
or drama, whatever. My sister and b-i-l and kids are definitely coming for Christmas. I am thrilled and terrified at the same time, and believe me, it's an odd sensation. There are so many underlying issues with her, from substitute mother to abandonment to my inferiority complex. It all amounts to more baggage than a Samsonite outlet store. So I'm telling myself to just be cool, that this is about the kids, not me and her. I am not a child, I do not need her approval, I am ok the way I am.
I am smart, funny, loving, kind and compassionate. I *have* some redeeming qualities.
She is not better than me simply because she is thinner. (How many times do you think I'll have to repeat that before I believe it? *sigh*)
I am smart, funny, loving, kind and compassionate. I *have* some redeeming qualities.
She is not better than me simply because she is thinner. (How many times do you think I'll have to repeat that before I believe it? *sigh*)