Saturday, February 25, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
"Okay Aubs, we're going to be gone for a couple of days. Can you take care of yourself?"
"Yeah Mom, don't worry about a thing. I have a schedule and a meal plan all worked out?"
"A meal plan?"
"Yup, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. It'll be a breeze."
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Tuesday, February 7, 2012
In truth, I remember my excitement at opening my first tube of mascara. After watching Chanelle and Brooke for years, I was sure I could do it perfect. I'm sure, now with my much more experienced hand, it looks a bajillion times better, but that's besides the point.
I felt magical walking into my sixth grade class. I could see the girls noticing and I felt important. I felt special. There were a select few of us allowed to wear make-up and it felt like we were a band of important outsiders. Who huddled together in the hall discussing what mascara's we used.
Ah, then Centennial. Naturally when a young girl is trying to gain the attention of the male population I felt it necessary to add eye shadow to the mix. As far as I was concerned, the plan worked splendidly. I mean, I had people talking to me. In fact, I had boys HUGGING me. I hung out with them on the weekends. I was practically the coolest thing since sliced bread.
Then came the freshman year when I started Drill Team. I had practices early in the morning and forgot to bring my mascara to school. I felt naked, walking through the hallway on those days. I felt different.
I was startled, however, to find that people weren't shunning me down the hallway. Rather, the opposite. My friends still greeted me before classes and hugged me in the hallways. I wasn't immediately shunned for my lack of eye wear.
Thus came the realization - my make up doesn't make ME. I'm still Aubrey. I'm still loud, I still love to smile and love to hug. I'm still crazy and sporadically break out in song.
Each morning before I go to school, I look myself in the mirror.
That to me is beautiful.
Happyness. Confidence. Laughter.
And the knowledge that I am a child of God.
Because that's what makes me up, not a bunch of powders in little containers.
I am beautiful. No matter what anyone says.
Sunday, February 5, 2012
"You've read this, right?" He stabs his Book of Mormon with his finger
"Well.... ummm.... Did you like it?"
I giggled quietly to myself "Yeah, I liked it a lot" as I tried to contain the huge smile spreading across my face
"Is it true?"
"Umm... is it true?"
"I can't speak for everyone else. But I certainly do know it's true."
"Because this little book has brought me more joy in my life than I could possibly imagine. Through it, I feel Christ's love constantly radiating in my life. Because the prophet's in it have the exact same struggles that I do, and through their example I can overcome all things. I can't imagine what my life would be like without it. Because of it, my dad became converted. He went on his mission, and he came to BYU where he met my mom. It has blessed my life in so many ways, that there is no way I possibly could, or ever would deny it."
"....So, do you think I should read it."
"Yes," I said with a smile. "I absolutely think you should."