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Operation Beautiful

I swear, I have never seen a website this amazing. The person behind this is truly amazing; because self esteem is lacking these days. She (I imagine, considering she was able to go into the girl's bathroom) created a whole website dedicated to telling people that they're beautiful anonymously.

It's simple, really. You grab a sticky note, or a piece of paper, and a pen/pencil, and write "You're beautiful," or "I like you just the way you are," or even "Don't change at all, because I think you're beautiful," and then stick it on the mirror of a pubic restroom, in between the pages of a library book, or even on random lockers as you pass them.

You never know how much one little phrase can mean to someone who's hurting.

Guys, wondering how you can help? Stop calling girls "hot". It's demeaning to tell any girl that she's "hot". Instead, tell every girl you meet that she's beautiful, even if you don't know her. Because, in reality, she is.

Another idea is to write "You're beautiful," (etc,.) on sticky notes and put them on random desks in your classroom, either before the period or after. It's sure to make some girl smile, and it'll make you feel good.

I've pledged that my mission in March, April, and May is to make as many girls feel beautiful as I can. I'll be writing little notes and putting them in the bathrooms of public places, sticking them into library books that I read, and telling all of my friends (and others) that they look beautiful.

Learn more about Operation Beautiful on their website, by clicking here.

Blah Therapy

Ever needed a place to vent? This is your place.

You can anonymously talk to a stranger about your problems. Doesn't it make you feel better to get those things off your chest?

You don't need an account or anything either, just go to the website and either select VENTER or LISTENER, then click enter and you'll be put through to someone who is waiting to listen/vent. It might take a few minutes, but the person will come around.

It's a great way to help people anonymously, although you could share first names, or be helped. To visit BlahTherapy, click here.

PeAcE,

Maia

The PK Files: Entry One

The PK Files: One

So....I thought about writing a story about this on Goodreads. My life as a teenage pastor's kid. But, instead, I thought it would be more fun to keep you updated on my blog. So, without further ado: The PK Files.

We're moving. We're moving. We're moving. We're moving. We're moving.

Those are the thoughts that have echoed around my mind for the past few weeks. I've been sleeping less, agonizing over the fact that I'm leaving so many people I love behind. The house I've lived seven years in won't be coming with us. Our neighborhood, the high school, my friends. None of it is coming. Just my family, pets, and furniture are coming with us.

I started doing an "unofficial" countdown. I look at things in my daily, weekly, even monthly life and thing, "In less than five months, those things won't be a part of what I do." It's painful to think that far ahead. To think about leaving what I consider my home.

My mom (the pastor) thinks that "God is in this". She told everybody at church last weekend that she thought it was a "God thing". I just rolled my eyes. She's ruining my life, I thought.

What made las weekend the hardest would have to be the facade I wore. I put on a brave face for everyone; so they wouldn't think I was a weakling ready to burst into tears at any moment. I came close a few times, but just pretended like it wasn't happening. Even though it was.

It's funny how much pretending goes on with these type of things. We aren't allowed to tell anyone for a few weeks after the confirmation of the move is made. (It feels that way.) I've gone places and talked to people in the past month without getting them suspicious. We act. We fake. But God doesn't want us to do it. Then why are people who work in his church telling us to?

They say I can't act, I can't lie. But just think about it. I've been hiding this for a month now. Thirty. Whole. Days. If that's not acting, if that's not lying, then what in the heck is?

PeAcE,

M