I take selfies. Tons of ’em.

If I think I look cute, I snap a few. If I think I look a mess, I take some then too.

I wanna see myself.

I want to take the picture of myself.

Sadly, it took me a while to even learn selfies were taboo. I was knee deep in an instagram page full of not being able to see both of my hands.

After I realized the widespread disdain for selfies, I slowed my pace on the selfie posts.

But then something occurred to me.

I’m living in false humility.

It’s not like I stopped taking selfies, I simply stopped posting them.

My camera roll was still chocked full of self portraits.

And that’s what we do when we pretend to be humble.

We keep the truth of our conceit under wraps. Whether it’s hiding your vanity in your phone or the seemingly mandatory self-deprecation you state after a compliment, it’s all fake.

We believe we’re humble if others don’t know just how cocky we really are.

So I’m going to be shameless. I’m posting my selfies, and while I’m at it learning how to truly be humble.

The origin of humility is not a behavior or an act.

Humility is a position of the heart. It’s about making God high and ourselves low. It’s a life posture.

So posting a pic or not posting a pic could never make me humble.

True humility begins and ends with identity. It’s knowing who you are, being gracious enough to celebrate your strengths and wise enough to thank God for being the provider of them.

Hope this helps!
Ambini