This is to the girl who feels like she is not whole unless she has a man. This is to the girl who feels like she is not pretty because she doesn't have prominent collar bones or a thigh gap. This is to that girl.
Hey.
I know what it's like to struggle with weight. I know what it's like to feel incomplete when everyone around you is in a relationship. I know what it's like to be asked what size shoe you wear because your feet might be a little bigger than average.
Girls, you are beautiful. YOU are. You are beautiful because you are made in the image of God. God knew what He was doing when He created you. He planned each freckle, each thing we might see as a "blemish". When we say, "I'm ugly", we're pretty much saying that the creation God made to bring Him glory is a failure.
Girls, you don't need a man to make you complete. That doesn't mean I'm dissing relationships, it just means that you are already complete. You are complete in Christ.
You don't have to have collar bones that stick out or a thigh gap to be beautiful. Beauty is from the inside. And don't think, "Wow. What an over-used cliché." It's true. What is in your heart shines through. A beautiful heart = a beautiful countenance.
I wrote this post because I've heard so much lately. Things like, "Why can't I be pretty?" and "Why can't I be like Sadie Robertson?"
GIRLS. You are pretty. Don't wish to be like someone else, because the person you are is the person you were created to be. Be yourself.
So here's a challenge. Each time you feel like you are inadequate, go to God. Tell Him all your fears, doubts, and struggles. Remind yourself that God knew what He was doing when He made you. He CAN'T make mistakes.
If you don't know God, what are you waiting for? In the end, every human that is and ever was will bow the knee and proclaim that Jesus is Lord. Why not do it while on earth? Eternity is out there, and that's an awful long time. Where will you spend it? With God, or apart from God?
Each day is a miracle, lovelies, so give its Creator the glory.
Kaelan.
