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The Mirror is Lying to You

I really like this quote by Morgan Harper Nichols that says, "You are not too much. You are free to feel and trust: even here, you are worthy of love." (Side note: if you've never read anything by this woman, PLEASE DO. Like, right now. Her beautiful words have provided so much encouragement to me over the past several months, and I highly recommend using her posts as wallpapers on your phone as a constant encouragement :)).

Okay, so this post is probably going to be aimed more towards the ladies, but it is most certainly my dream that anyone could read this post and take something away from it- a piece of encouragement for yourself or advice to pass along to someone else.

Every morning as I get ready for the day, I look in the mirror. Most days, the first thing I notice is my flaws: my skin that has been breaking out for weeks because of stress, my hair that gets dirty so easily because of how fine it is, the fat around my stomach and chin, or the fact that I feel like a boy when I'm not wearing any makeup. The list goes on and on. And on. Some days, it feels like that list is never ending.

Ladies, and even guys too, I know that for so many of you, this exact same thing happens to you on a daily basis. Trust me, I know. Society has told us that we are supposed to look a certain way to be considered beautiful and attractive or deemed worthy of true affection and love. Well, guess what? Society sucks!

Society is so very incorrect on its definition of beauty. You are absolutely beautiful. Yes, you. The person reading this post. You deserve the world, and I hope that someday, you get just that.

1 Peter 3:3-4 says, "Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight." Yes, this verse was written for the women of the early church, but I truly believe it still holds application today.

Our beauty and grace does not come from our outward appearance- it comes from our hearts. Additionally, God created us in His image. We are perfect just the way we are.

This is something I've been trying to take to heart recently, but it's really hard. It is so easy to fall into Satan's trap and believe that I'm not beautiful enough. That I'm not good enough.

But I am. I am beautiful in God's eyes. And so are you! God loves us with an everlasting and overwhelming love, and He finds us absolutely beautiful, on both the inside and out.

I pray that you listen to the promises of God rather than the words of society, but I know it's a process and will be hard sometimes. Or a lot of times. But just remember, the mirror is lying to you, and everything you see when you look at yourself- the supposed flaws and mistakes- is beautiful and perfect in God's sight. He created you in His image, and you are amazing just the way you are. <3
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