Changeable

I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.

Galatians 2:20

Let’s play the name game.

In a world which is known for labeling, on tumblr, a subculture that strives to abolish all labeling, I find that people are just as likely to brand themselves as they are to others. 

Self-harming. Cisgendered. Book-loving. 

Pretty. Awkward. Worthless.

Empty. Fashion-obsessed. Witty.

Gay. Straight. Thin. Whatever. 

For better or for worse, we all label ourselves. It’s the world we live in, we must have a common-ground, a starting point, a point of contact. We label ourselves as we fight against labeling. We can’t escape it - no matter where we are, no matter what we do, we shall be labeled, and it can get to you.

We wake up in the morning and decide whether or not we’re having a good day. Bad hair = bad day. Girls, if your boobs aren’t big enough, then you’re not as attractive as the next girl with a larger cup seize. Boys, if your muscles aren’t ripped or toned enough, then you’re simply not as hot as the next guy who spends two hours a day at the gym. 

And when we walk out onto the street, we automatically begin to label people, even if it’s subconsciously. We separate men and women, boys and girls, into our preconceived notion of how we ought or ought not to be. Hair. Clothes. Weight. Mannerisms. Piercings. Habits. Complexion. The smallest thing can make or break a person in the eyes of another.

I know. 

My family has a lot of labels for me, some positive, some not so positive, some deeply wounding. Some deeply, deeply wounding. 

But do you know what Jesus says when he looks at me?

Mine.

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    That moment when following Schuyler was an incredibly smart decision.
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