The Lovely Little Introvert

     What are you worth? This question has been on my mind quite a bit the past few weeks and I have kind of come to a head about it here recently. This post is going to be directed at the ladies, but I want the guys to read it, too. I think it is important.      Think about the question again: What are you worth? This question came about while I was contemplating where I find my worth and I came to realize something (something I think we all need to hear). As women, we are worth so much more than our bodies. Let me say it again with slight clarification: Your worth as a woman is not based on how physically attractive other people find you.      About a week or so ago, I was out and saw a music video of some up and coming heartthrob, I can't remember his name. He was singing about how this girl's body was all he could think about and how he loved when she shook her booty. While he was singing he had about four girls, very scantily clad, dancing with everything they had, tryin

     I'm sure you guys get tired of reading all of my introvert blog posts, but since that's the name of my blog, I've got to bring it up now and again. The other day I was painting and this one line popped into my head. I felt like I needed to write it down and once I did, it was like this tumbling, messy waterfall of words. I haven't written any poetry type stuff in a while, but I think this qualifies. (Fair warning, it is a smidge long, but with the format, I think it's a pretty quick read.) I wanted to share it, so read it if you want. Or don't. :)      Love you all for reading my crazy thoughts. Sometimes it sucks Being stuck in your own thoughts so much. So many thoughts, conversations that never take place, Ideas. Floating, floating. No discernible beginning or ending. Amidst all the quiet when no one's around Sometimes it gets unbearably loud. Hands over your ears just won't do The noise is inside you and there is no Off switch. You