When I get home, I love to slip into a pair of soft shorts and a baggy t shirt. No shoes. Lastly, I wrap myself into my velvety blanket. I love embracing comfort.
There are many forms of comfort. It can be a physical or emotion ease, or comfort can restore the well-being in someone’s character. Everyday I encounter comfort from the moment I wake up to going to bed.
I know you have heard of the saying, “feel comfortable in your own skin.” That is the first feeling of comfort I have to deal with every morning. I am a plus size gal. I am also conservative, but I am confident.
I feel I can wear anything I want and rock it, but I do have rules. I will not wear shirts that show my mid drift, skirts that are shorter than my arm span on my legs, bikinis, extremely low cut blouses, leggings (unless I am wearing a long shirt with them), etc.
I look back at my past wardrobe and it was screaming, “Look at me!” As I became a born again Christian, I realized my personality alone is all I need for anyone to see me.
I do not disagree with anyone who does wear the above; especially, if they are a plus size ladies. I personally do not like how it looks in general. I feel it’s a cry out for attention which is not the same as a confident woman.
In my testimony, I was a girl who wore a lot of reveling clothes. I look back at my past wardrobe and it was screaming, “Look at me!” As I became a born again Christian, I realized my personality alone is all I need for anyone to see me.
My clothing just became my style. A first impression without words. My face is my second impression. I try to rock a smile on my face because I am happy. I am happy because I have contentment.
I am content with my life. I try to be positive and full of love. Why do I feel so content? God’s Grace, Love and Blessings.
If it was not for God’s Grace, I would not be where I am today. God’s Love taught me how important I am as a human, and his love shows me how I need to love others. God has blessed me from living to food to work to my family and friends.
God has clothed me with multitudes of comfort.
The last comfort I have is repose. I need to relax after long days of working or a day full of errands. I love warm showers or hot baths to ease body aches. I grab those comfy clothes and slip into bed to get beauty sleep. Lying in my bed it becomes tranquil where my Z’s become my comfort.
“If you look for truth, you may find comfort in the end; if you look for comfort you will not get either comfort or truth only soft soap and wishful thinking to begin, and in the end, despair.”