Listen to me O royal daughter; take to heart what I say. Forget your family and your people far away. For the king delights in your beauty; honour him for he is your Lord.”
As a little girl, I would pull Mom’s gauzy skirts off the hangers and slide them over my tiny shoulders. Without her permission, I would smudge makeup on my face, spritz Celine Dion perfume on my new outfit and beam for the mirror.
I didn’t pinch my sides, dread catching a glimpse of my thighs or wish I was taller. I loved what I saw. I loved me.
Heck, I even wore a bedazzled tiara to church and other special occasions, just so others would know my identity and treat me accordingly. I knew I was a princess and I was ready to show the world.
Time moved on, life happened and my identity underwent severe attack. Mom got sick, Dad left for another woman, my friends told me I was ugly and abandoned me for “better” company. It didn’t take long before I realized I wasn’t good enough for anyone, including my own father.
Having no one else, I started searching for validation from MTV. Those girls were thin, had long straight hair, two rows of pristine teeth and boys begging at their feet. I was not them but would do whatever it took to be one of them.
Before we sold the house and Mom moved into a care home, I would sneak into Mom’s bedroom and glare at the mirror. Instead of seeing everything good, I caught a glimpse of everything I was not. Instead of finding pleasure in my features I was ashamed at my insufficiencies.
The thin girls though…I admired and idolized them.
The truth is: amidst all the craziness, I was struggling to find my innate princess nature but didn’t know where to look. The invisible God and my broken family didn’t seem to offer much help or immediate relief.
The tiara and my security were lost, both fading slowly into the background of my story.
Little did I know, my identity never changed. My idea of who I was did. I have the power to believe the truth about who I am. I can choose to cling to what God says about my identity or accept what society says is beautiful.
I can choose to think on the truth of His word, “I have been made with great care…I have been made wonderfully (Psalm 139:14)”..”I am His daughter, a Princess with a Father who will take care of my every need (Psalm 45:11 – Philippians 4:19)”
Or I can run to what the world says I should be: physically flawless. A trap because there will always be people who are considered more beautiful or accomplished than me.
Lie: my worth is found in what I do and what other people see and think of me.
Truth: I am the King’s daughter. My identity is found in the fact that my Father is the King of the Universe. If I need affirmation, all I need to do is ask Him for it. The world’s affirmation will only leave me searching and empty.
As the King’s daughter, I need to walk away from the lies I am being told by popular culture.
Father, I am your royal daughter, precious in your sight. You love everything about me, my lumps bumps and what I see as imperfections. Please restore my tiara and calm my anxiety around my looks. Father, please help me see myself through your eyes no matter what I look like. I rest in your arms today, understanding that you made me perfectly, no matter what any person or culture tells me. Thank you that you will provide for me when I feel alone and like I do not fit in. You are my sword and shield. You will work all the difficult things in my life for good and empower me to life others up without being jealous of them. I acknowledge that I am good enough, I am beautiful.