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Writer's pictureSam John

Not Her Type

Not Her Type


This statement. This frustrating turn of phrase.

It’s oftentimes been such a source of insecurity and frustration.

Hear it often enough and it can start to define the way you see yourself.

At least that’s what I did.

I heard it over and over again. And what does one do with that?

How mad could I have been?

I simply wasn’t her type…

And it creates this tension and anger within me.

I shouldn’t be mad, but I am upset and angry and frustrated.

Why do I have to play second fiddle to someone because of the color of my skin? My height. My personality. My weight. My baggage.


And so, I sorted through everything that was in my control and I’d be lying if I didn’t say parts of me hoped things would be different.

And they were for me. But they weren’t for them.

And it hurt. So deeply.

But… in the midst of it all, I found peace.

A hope. One of patient and humble expectations in a posture of surrender.

One that cries out in anguish but rests easy knowing that he is exactly where he is supposed to be.

Worthy. Beautiful. Enough.


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