Sunday, May 22, 2011

I feel beautiful because ...

What would make you feel beautiful? Would it be to lose 20 pounds? Get a tummy tuck? A nose job? A hair cut? Would it be buying expensive makeup that you can't afford? Would it be new shoes or new jewelry to make you feel beautiful?

For many years I struggled with feeling beautiful. It started as a little kid. My friends were stick thin and I had a little more fluff to me. Looking back I was average kid size, but still--even at that early age of 9, 10, 11--I felt inadequate. It wasn't thin enough. I didn't have the right clothes. My teeth were crooked. As I grew older those things still bothered me. I wanted to be the one in fifth grade who had the boyfriend. I wasn't. I wanted to be the one in 7th and 8th grade to have a boyfriend. I didn't get one then, either.

When I finally found someone who told me I was beautiful I was willing to give everything to him--my heart, my soul, my body--only to be crushed. In highschool I looked pretty cute in my tiny cheerleading skirt, but still I didn't feel beautiful. Not really. There was always someone prettier, more talented, and who did the cheers with more gusto. 

Looking back, I don't remember a time when I could say, "I look beautiful at this moment." I felt pretty good at times, but it was never enough. I'm so glad I don't have to live through those days again. I'm finally glad that I do feel beautiful.

First of all, I feel beautiful because I have a husband who tells me so--even though I weigh about 40 more pounds than when we got married and have stretch marks. My husband tells daily how beautiful I am and how thankful he is to be married to me. More than that, over the years I've grown into a deeper and deeper relationship with God. God who created me and who gave the my hair color and eye color, my face structure and even my dimples. God knew me before the creation of this world and He loves me. He created me and He thinks I'm beautiful.

Sometimes I forget this. Sometimes I get busy, going through my day. I spend too much time flipping through fashion magazines, and I feel frustrated when my jeans don't fit like I want them to. But when I spend time with God. When I get to know His heart. When I remember I'm His special creation, and when I listen to His whispers then I can hear it: "You are beautiful. You are my daughter. You are mine."

3 comments:

Sierra said...

You are beautiful and so is your post! ;) Sierra

Ms. Blasé said...

I've struggled with the concept of beauty for years, through weight, through plastic surgery, through depression and yet nothing seemed to work. In high school, I too tried cheerleading, but only because I thought it would get me attention from boys. It didn't. My relationship with my earthly father was rocky, so even throughout and after college I was constantly seeking attention from other men, only to be used and abused in the process.

It has only been in recent months (even though I've been saved for over 10 years), that I've started believing that I'm beautiful. My father never told me that I was growing up, but now I know that my heavenly Father has been trying to tell me all of my life.

As a single 33-year-old woman, I'm so glad that I'm starting to learn the infinite value that I have in the eyes of the Lord, that I'm His handiwork, His masterpiece, His precious beautiful daughter who has been lovingly crafted in His image. I used to seek affirmation of my attractiveness from men, but now I know that only my Creator in His absolute perfection is capable of giving me the unshakable assurance of my innate worth in Him.

Thank God.

ME!!! said...

I'm only twenty years old and I'm trying to help young girls and boys make a spiritual change So they can feel better about there selves with the guidance from God!! I looked through your blogs and I know that some of the girls my age will relate to the books your published on your Blog!! My desire is to be a writer also with the grace of GOD i will be. I just wanted to say thank for the read and God Bless!!!