Lately I have been throwing a bit of a pity party for myself. These past few weeks I have had a few people make comments, negative ones, about my weight, height, attractiveness, and personality. Apparently, the only opinion after that was the people that were telling me all these terrible things about myself. Suddenly I didn't feel worthy of being loved, no matter how beautiful Matt told me I was I just couldn't accept it. I engulfed myself in trying to be perfect.
One night I went home and watched probably around 10 youtube videos on how to make your hair prettier, put on my makeup better, and how to get perfect skin. None of these things made me happy, because none of them really matter. The next day I went to work and was being criticized by the same people, I was letting Satan's demons get in my head and tell me just how worthless I am. Then I texted a friend of mine randomly, asking her what she was doing that evening, she told me that she was going to a Bible study that was at my church (I wasn't paying enough attention to know about any other activities but applying beauty treatments to myself). I decided to go. When I got there I realized how much God was working in that one text message. That night we were talking about the exact same thing I was going through. I was able to vent in a safe place where I would actually be able to seek advice instead of just "vent" and then not feel any relief. I have been going the past few weeks and it always comes at the perfect moment, and somehow we end up talking about the exact thing I am dealing with that day.
Over these past few weeks I have realized what I am thankful for.
I am thankful that I don't need to be perfect to be loved by God.
Never will I have to earn his love, because his love in unconditional.
God takes me as I am, he meets me where I'm at.
All women are beautiful, no matter what the magazines tell you.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL
