I am a tom boy. My hair normally always stays in a bun on top of my head or in a braid. My favorite outfit is some cutoff shorts, a tank top, with flip flops. I’m an outdoors type of girl, so I’m always sweaty and I’m not about to wear some fancy expensive outfit just to pour sweat in it and feel uncomfortable. Heck, I don’t think I own anything that didn’t come from Walmart or Tractor Supply. Unless it’s hand me down, that doesn’t count because I didn’t buy it. And dresses are a definite no unless it’s for a wedding or over a bathing suit. I do love wearing makeup, but I don’t always feel like putting it on. So, you can imagine the challenges I have being a mommy to a little girl. I see all these other little girls in their boutique outfits, big bows with their hair neatly styled, and shoes that cost more than my dining room table. No joke, they do because my table was given to me. Any who, Then there is my beautiful blue eyed, blonde hair baby girl. Hair in a ponytail looking like a hot mess. Rocking her Walmart Granimals in her frozen flip flops, sometimes mud boots. And this is if we are lucky. Most of the times we can’t keep clothes on the girl, let alone shoes, and she’s running around squealing like she just escaped from the loony tunes cartoon. I often wondered if I was failing my daughter by not treating her like the other girls. Dolling her up all the time, making her wear her hair so so. Keeping her up to date in the latest fashions. So on and so on. But then I remembered a line from Trace Atkins in the movie Mom’s Night Out. He told one of the moms that God chose her to be her kid’s mommy for a reason, and he doesn’t make mistakes. Bam! Got me really thinking. God knew what he was doing when he made me a mommy to my beautiful daughter. He knew I would raise her to be different, like me, and not like everyone else. There are too many people in the world trying to copy one another and keep up with the Jones’s that no one stands out anymore. Don’t be afraid to be unique. Don’t be afraid to be different and to be yourself. I use to look at all of these type of people and be envious in a way because I’m not like that. Even if I did try to dress stylish I felt so out of place and awkward. One thing that sank into me is the fact that all the while I am wishing I could be like someone else, who knows, they may be wishing they could be like me. So rock your unique, socially awkward, not stylish dressed self and show the world and praise the lord for making you to stand out and be different.
I am Mandy Vinson and I am a singer/songwriter, author, blogger, and on occasion and dabble into poetry. I am a wife, a mother of two children and a child of God. My hobbies include playing games with my kids and spending time with my family, being outdoors, writing, playing guitar, and singing. View all posts by Mandy Vinson