I am blessed to have a truck. It’s the best for getting to the office where I work, out to the nearby villages, and just around my city. It’s huge, white, guzzles diesel and roars when it runs. You can hear me coming from a mile away.
The best feature of it, besides that it works, obviously, is that it has a CD player. Every month or so, I burn a new CD with awesomesauce songs that are stuck in my head for the month. I’ve traveled all over my city with the likes of Mat Kearney, Ellie Goulding, OneRepublic, Lights and many more.
There’s one, that I’m almost embarrassed to say comes along – but let me explain why Selena Gomez makes a guest appearance on these cds. Also. If you don’t understand why it’s embarrassing to have Selena Gomez on my mix cds, you are in junior high, or have no musical shame.
First – here’s the song:
After you’ve noted which one it is, please stop reading this, and go tell any female overseas worker that she’s beautiful. And if you feel creepy doing that, or it’d be inappropro, just say “YOU ARE A DAUGHTER OF THE KING AND AS SUCH YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.” Or something lovely like that….I promise, it will get a reaction. Just throw a word that connotes that she is drop dead gorgeous in there. It’s needed.
Here’s why this song ends up on my playlist.
I go out among Thai people, who are approximately the size of a toothpick. I’m certain that’s what their bones are made of – whereas mine are made of industrial steel, like building framework. As such, I am huge in comparison.
Also. I’m not a little girl. I’m not the size of a whale or anything, but I’m not skinny (yet) either. That means, when I walk into a village, all the old ladies pinch my arms. “Oh, look how fat you are!”
Last month, in a minority area, here’s all the comments about my appearance I heard in ONE DAY.
Why are you so fat?
Why are you so skinny?
Why are you so old?
Why are you so young?
Why are you taller than me even though you are younger?
Why are you so pretty?
Why do you look sick today?
Why are you so white?
Why are you so brown?
Wow, you are fat!
Eat more, you need to be fatter.
I walk away from stuff like that, and pound my fist on the table. “I am a daughter of the King, by golly, and as such I am drop-dead gorgeous!”
Here’s a crystal example. I study the Bible with a friend every week, and then go swimming with her afterwards. We met at a different place one week, and there was a scale there. We talked about weight a bit during prayer requests – she told me of a friend who had broken up with his girlfriend, and consequently lost 8 kilos.
“He has a broken heart,” she said. “It made him lose weight.”
Then, she had a “brilliant” idea.
“We should weigh ourselves,” she said.
“I’m going to be huge compared to you,” I replied.
“No, it’ll be fine,” she said.
She stepped on.
Then I stepped on. I weight 30 kilos more than her. For those of you who don’t use the metric system, that’s 66 flipping pounds. That’s more than airline baggage, if you need a comparison. Trust me, that don’t do much for your self esteem!
She just stared. “Hmmm….I think you need a broken heart.” she said.
So yes, I surround myself with songs that remind me that I am beautiful.
And yes. I am a daughter of the king, and as such, I am drop dead gorgeous and hawt.
And like Selena, I ask myself….who says.