Hi. My name is Kirstin, and I’m 25. Although, if you catch me on the right day, I might tell you I’m 26. It just pops out. Maybe my brain just likes that number better.
I’m currently interning at The House Lars Built.
I’m married to a wonderful guy, and we live in a gross 50 year old town home.
Seriously, it’s gross.
I used to work at Disney World. I served a LDS mission in Tokyo, Japan. I’ve traveled all over the place, and one of my favorite things to do, although I don’t get to do it very often, is dog sledding.
I’m working on creating my own line of clothes.
I’m a wanna be blogger and instagrammer.
I’m working on starting a movement.
A confidence movement.
A movement that I hope will actually empower women.
Right now, I feel like I have a lot to say when someone asks me who I am, or what I do.
But I haven’t always. There have been seasons in my life, where, I have felt like I had nothing to say, and no answer that was good enough to give.
And in those moments, when I didn’t have an answer, or I didn’t feel comfortable with my answer, I felt pretty darn worthless.
Sometimes I would give an answer I knew the person I was talking to would approve of. Or, one that they would be impressed with.
But whether or not they were impressed, didn’t change how I felt.
I’d be willing to bet, that I’m not the only has who has ever felt this way.
I’m going to tell you something that I wish someone would come tell me on the days (or during the seasons) that I’m not feeling too hot about myself.
Your answer to the question “what do you do?” does not determine your worth.
What others think about you, or have decided they think they know about you, does not define you, or your worth.
It’s so simple, and yet SO hard to accept, believe, and live by.
When I was younger, I was told over and over again that I was shy. I was asked over and over if some stupid cat had gotten my tongue. I was quiet. Everyone told me so. And the way they said it, was less than positive.
I’m not sure when, but some how I attached my self worth to this “truth.” It definetly took it’s toll on my confidence, and how I felt about myself.
From Kindergarten, until the day I graduated, I went through life believing I was shy. Everyone said I was, so it must be true, right?
In case you weren’t aware, quiet does not equal shy. I wasn’t.
Fast forward to post high school life, I was teaching classes, and had been asked to give a few talks in church. Long ones, like 20 minute ones. I loved it. I still love it. Turns out, I really love speaking in public. I absolutely love the high that comes from teaching a class, or giving a well-crafted talk. I love knowing that I was in tune, and in line, with what Heavenly Father wanted me to say. Nothing compares.
I’m not shy. But I am quite.
There’s nothing wrong with it.
It’s just who I am.
Unfortunately, I let what others thought of me, and my quietness, affect me, and my worth, for WAY too long.
What others think about you, or think they know about you, does not change your individual worth.
It doesn’t add or take away from your value. Your worth is not something that is up for debate.
We came to this earth with worth and value that no one, and nothing can change.
I think the world would have us believe differently.
In a society that is so obsessed with who you are, what you do, and how well you do it, it’s hard to believe that they’ve got no say in how significant and important each of us really are.
We are each children of a loving Heavenly Father.
Whether or not you believe in God, you need to know, that there is someone out there who is rooting for you. Someone who loves you. Someone who’s got your back.
Someone who is on your side.
When there is someone SO big and SO important that loves you, suddenly what others think of you, or the value that the world has assigned to you, doesn’t seem quite so true. It doesn’t have quite the weight it used to. And eventually, it doesn’t really matter at all.
In those seasons where I felt like I had nothing to say when someone asked me “what do you do?” or when I couldn’t think of a single thing to reply to “so tell me about yourself,” I think it was because I’d forgotten a very simple truth; that I am a daughter of God.
Please don’t ever forget, that you too, are a child of God.
That information comes with undeniable, and unarguable worth.
It comes with power.
It should fill you with a confidence to go out and be you.
And it should always remind you that no one determines how important, and valued, you truly are.