Shout out to the Ladies


Looking in the mirror, she was disgusted at what she saw. Thighs too big. Breasts too full. Acne covering her face. “You’re beautiful,” she said aloud as tears rolled down her face. If she repeated those words every day, maybe she would begin to believe them. Something told her it wasn’t the truth, though. She was far from beautiful.

She continued getting ready for school, steeling herself for the day ahead. How could she face the world with confidence and a smile when all she wanted to do was hide? On the way out the door, she grabbed a notecard she had written on the night before.

The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart” 1 Samuel 16:7


“For you created my inmost being;

   you knit me together in my mother’s womb.

I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;

   your works are wonderful,

   I know that full well. “ Psalm 139: 13-14


“How precious to me are your thoughts,God!

   How vast is the sum of them!

Were I to count them,

   they would outnumber the grains of sandPsalm 139: 17-18


The truth was in her hand. The maker of the universe loved her. He called her beautiful. God had created her with a purpose in mind, and He cared more about the contents of her heart than the size of her jeans. He thought about her constantly–sweet, lovely thoughts.

The truth was in her hand, but what would it take for her to believe?


Ladies, we’ve all been there. In the destructive pit of self-hatred and poor body image. In fact, I find myself there quite often. I have developed a bad habit of comparing myself to others and always seeing myself as “less than”. Not as pretty. Not as skinny. Don’t dress as cute.

I probably won’t ever look at myself and think, “Perfect”, but I can’t continue looking and thinking, “Disgusting”. The negative self-talk has to end. We shouldn’t give up on trying to look good and feel good. Exercise and a proper diet are important. But it’s time to stop agonizing in guilt after eating a cookie. Or three. It’s time to let go. It’s time to live. It’s time to reclaim the truth that’s been stolen from us.

We are daughters of the King Most High, and isn’t that enough?


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