My usual thoughts during church...
-What that girl just had a baby three months ago and she looks like she never had a baby and I still look prego!
-Whoa I love that girl's outfit.
-I wonder where she got those shoes.
-How does she look so cute all the time, she has five kids!
Yesterday during Sunday school, I whispered to Brandon, "I think when I dye my hair brown, I'll be cuter and maybe even skinnier!"
He always says the right things, "Esther, when will you just learn to love the skin your in. Changing your hair color won't change who you are."
Damn, I hate it when he's right. Maybe I'll go inactive. If I don't go to church, I won't have those thoughts. I'm probably missing the point.