Why White Trash Mama??
Once upon a time there was a very silly girl who's very self-worth was determined by what others thought of her. Prone to being teased, she walked around as a nervous, strange little bird who opted for a school lunch of a Twix candy bar and a can of Dr. Pepper eaten in the women's restroom rather than, Heaven forbid, walk into a full cafeteria and ask to sit with someone. A new relationship with Christ, a boyfriend who didn't think twice about other people's opinions, and baptism in the Holy Spirit progressively introduced a new concept to the strange little bird: freedom.
But sometimes old mindsets stick around long after we think they're gone. This weirdo was me and God truly changed me and taught me to see myself through His eyes. I was still hesitant in dealing with other people for a long time, but I no longer defined myself by other people's parameters. The last couple years have been revolutionary for me socially. I feel like I'm finally growing up and seeing how simple things really are. Why did I muddy up the water so much before?
The nickname of "white trash" started a couple years back as "trailer trash". Chris and I were house hunting and were considering buying a trailer, but realized we couldn't even afford that. It was actually cheaper to buy a small house. But the mobile homes were so nice looking in comparison and the houses we could afford were so......not nice. So my friends and I joked that I only wished I could be trailer trash. But since 1/3 of my town actually does live in a trailer, they swapped the nickname to "white trash" instead of "trailer trash" to avoid offending anyone. Kind of ironic because my entire point of embracing my redneck status is that I am no longer worried about offending people. It's not that I don't care...I want to show love to all and do NOT want to hurt anyone, ever....but I've learned these last few years that it is just not possible to please everyone. I am who I am. I am different than you. You may not like me. The revolutionary part is that I am finally feeling free enough to decide...you know what? if you don't like me, chances are I wouldn't want to spend much time with you either. And that's okay. Wow! Liberating!
I know, I know. Some of you are thinking, "Wow, 30 years old and you're just now realizing this?" Well, 28 when it began to dawn on me, but yeah. pretty much.
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