I walk with a strut but every time I see my reflection I stop. I question. I linger. I thought I looked good until I saw her. I thought I was skinny until I saw her. Weight, height and size. These numbers defined me. That reflection consumed me.
A message is sent to us at an early age that appearance brings you praise. Media, Ads, television and magazines becomes ones reference to evaluate themselves. An observation turns into an obsession. It's a battle that can't be won. So we feel out of control. We become desperate. Eating disorders, gym memberships and relationships trick us into feeling we are in control.
Until they no longer work. Is this normal? For our thoughts and day to revolve around our appearance?
Plastic Surgery. Celebrities. Intentional starvation. Overeating.
Can it end? Will it end?
There is only one fix to discovering how to love oneself. It starts by finding your place. Your kingdom place. It is not given to the fittest or the sexiest. You do not have to pay for it or try to convince someone you deserve it. It is free.
My obsession exhausted me. It abandoned me without ever bringing me complete happiness. There was a reason for that. I was looking in the wrong place.
Only one man can bring you satisfaction and fully make you understand how beautiful you are. His name is Jesus and he doesn't care about worldly standards. Once you start to follow him, you will smile at the reflection in the mirror. I know how I used to see myself. The view was distorted. I have a new standard. A heavenly standard. Praise God because mirrors no longer dictate my life.
