I hope that someday, you see your true beauty.
I hope you see the fire that burns bright inside of you,
That ignites all others who see or hear you.
I hope that you feel joy, some of the same you have given to others.
I hope you receive the love that has been freely given from you, to all others, enveloping them in a warm embrace.
I hope you see how your kindness has made others decide there was not all bad in the world.
I hope you benefit from the patience you have had with those who just need someone to listen.
That you would realize that you can love anyone if you just take time to listen to their stories.
I hope you remember that the purity of your heart shines through your glowing face.
I hope that you would find that humility does not equate to weakness, but strength of not needing to be prideful.
I hope that you perceive emotion not as something strange, but as something to be used to express.
That you would be willing to be vulnerable, willing to admit that you struggle, and that you do need help.
I hope that light would reach the depths of your soul, and touch every possible thing of darkness, and make it into something beautiful.
I hope that on the outside, you don’t try to fix your imperfections, but cherish them, for they make you, you.
I hope that you love the way your body curves, and even how it folds the way we are told is something to be ashamed of.
I hope that you love the way your eyes show your emotions.
I hope you love the way your lips curl into a smile, and the way your laugh sounds.
I hope you love the way your nose scrunches when smelling something or when you smile.
I hope you love every part of you, because you, my dear, have not a flaw in you, for you were fearfully and wonderfully made.
I wrote this while I was sitting in AP Literature. I had been feeling very self conscious that week and I had talked to many of my other friends that were feeling the same. I flipped through my Bible and landed on Song of Songs (I know, scandelous) and the verse that jumped out to me was Song of Songs 4:7 “You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you.”
I wept. God tells us that we are “fearfully and wonderfully made” in HIS image! How cool is that! The One who created the Heavens and the Earth, made US in HIS image. And then, even when we were ugly and full of sin, He sent His ONLY begotten Son, to die for us, ugly, sinful, dirty people, so that we could be made whole, and beautiful in His sight again.
If that does not make you feel loved and beautiful… I don’t know what can.
So as I enter this new week, I find myself finally feeling confident again, and if not in my physical beauty, at least in my souls beauty.
I wrote that poem for all of you who feel ugly. Whether it be on the outside, or on the inside. I want to tell you that God loves both. Whether you feel like you are heavier than you should be. Whether your soul feels heavy with sin. Whether you feel like your hair just won’t cooperate. Whether you feel like your mind just won’t cooperate. Whether you feel like your face is just too full of imperfections to be shown. Whether you feel like your soul is just to messy to be shared.
You are beautiful to God. And He loves you. No matter what.
Psalm 139:13-14 “For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mothers womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”
