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This past Wednesday, November 8th, I broke up with Instagram. That’s right. I officially called things off. In other words, I deleted the app. And let me tell you that going without Instagram these past few days has been really, really hard. This weekend was my university’s annual pageant, which I participated in last year. It’s been really hard staying off of Instagram. I want to see other people’s posts about pageant and I want to post a mushy post about more »

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The following is a guest post by my roommate, Bonnie I have never dated anyone. I’m in my third year of college, and I’m still as I’ve always been: single. This fact doesn’t define me, lessen my value in any way or mean I’m not just as worthwhile as anyone who is or has been in a relationship. And honestly, a lot of me not dating anyone has been my choice. You see, when I was a freshman in high more »

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I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Singleness is hard, y’all. It’s definetly not for the faint of heart. I’ve got 20 years of experience being single (despite the fact that’s how old I am), and so I’d be the first to tell you that it has not been easy. I chose not to date until I was 18. I didn’t want to have to deal with a dating relationship amongst the other drama of high school. But more »

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When I was 8 I hated my red hair. I didn’t want red hair. I wanted blonde hair, like Cinderella or Aurora. Their gorgeous hair looked so perfect, and I had mega hair envy. When I became a teen, I started memorizing verses about self-image and eventually realized God thought my red hair was beautiful and He made it that way on purpose. Eventually, I came to like it. Occasionally, people (be they friends or random hair stylists) have told more »

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Confession: This past month I have been extremely discontent. And the worst part is, I didn’t even realize I was discontent until I was knee-deep in the quick sand of envy and longing, trapped, unable to move. I felt like I was suffocating. I was unable to let go of my discontentment and move on with my life- to do the things God called me to do. I felt unworthy to encourage others to be content, when I myself was struggling. Finally, more »