You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you. – Elohim
The neighbour’s psychotic dogs are barking again.
My hands fumble around my nightstand before managing to rip my charging phone from its electric current. It’s 6:00 am, a tad too early to be woken by an army of mutts. My wobbly legs teeter as I jump out of bed, almost planting me face first on the floor. I take a swig of warm water from my nightstand and turn to storm downstairs.
I freeze as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Instantly, my focus skitters away from the irritating dogs. Instead, my attention is fixed on one thing: my stumpish legs.
Thick. Stubby. My stomach drops a little as I peel my eyes away from the mirror but the lies keep coming.
I’m not good enough. I’m thick. I’m not lovable. I don’t look good in photos like all those others girls.
A gentle voice whispers to the back of my mind. “Katie.”
I ignore the mirror and the voices, stumble downstairs and glare into the smaller bathroom mirror. In it, I can only see my face and the upper half of my torso.
My hazel eyes start watering as I catch sight of my arms. Chubby, covered in bumps. Ew.
I grab a towel off the rack ready to escape to the shower when I feel Him behind me, watching. “Katie.”
I turn and yell. “Why did you make me this way?” He looks at me, His eyes watering as He steps forward and starts tracing the intricacies of my face.
“Daughter. Every part of you has been designed, by Me.”
I pull away and throw down the towel. “Exactly! What’s wrong with You?” I flinch at the harshness of my tone. He just stands there, smiling sadly.
“Daughter, I made the galaxies and the oceans, the mountains and breathtaking moments of the human experience.” He pauses and takes my hand in His. At this point, His precious eyes are streaming with tears.
“And then I made you. Out of all those things, you’re the only one who takes my breath away.” He takes my chin in his hand and guides it to face the mirror. I recoil and look away but He draws me back.
“Look. Your eyes are a mixture of the ancestors that came before you. A legacy of warriors and peacekeepers is found in them. I mixed history into your eyes. Your arms are strong. I designed their particular curvature and every divot. Not to mention, each birthmark was placed strategically, perfectly aesthetic… one might say superfluous but I prefer the perfect as the adjective. Your bottom teeth, the ones you want braces for, are a piece of history. They belonged to multiple men and women who came before you. Although your set is unique in colour and location on the gums.”
At this point, I’m giggling a little. I put up my hand. “Okay.”
He chuckles. “Too far?”
“A little. You picked the exact location for each tooth?”
He flashes a bright grin. “I did.”
“You win, please just help me what you see. This sucks.”
He pulls me close as we look into the mirror together. “Deal.”
Body-image battles are fought in the most intimate places. What is more personal than staring at your reflected image? As you catch a glimpse of yourself today, don’t listen to any condemning thoughts that come to mind.
Instead, ask God how He sees you and wait for His answer. When He speaks, repeat that truth over yourself all day.
Pick up your sword and fight!
Beautiful Daughter, you are not alone in this battle. You are stronger, more valuable and precious then you know at this moment.
Really, truly, I can’t wait for you to see who you really are. The revelation is going to change your world and the worlds of all those around you.
With much love and hope where you may need it,