This post is for the woman who isn’t satisfied with the woman in the mirror.
Who faces the daily reality of constant comparison, and a responsibility to pick apart and evaluate any other woman that walks in the room. Who was either told or shown as a child that she wasn’t good enough, pretty enough, small enough. Who has tried more weight-loss strategies than she can count, all to no avail, and all to result in an even more distrusting relationship with food. Who believes that her worth is measured by the number on her tightest pair of pants, the positive compliments from her family members, or the attention she receives from strangers.
This post is for the woman who never feels like she will reach a place of self-love. Who can’t help but to be discouraged by the magazine headlines in the check-out line, knowing that she will never have long spaghetti-legs or voluptuous lips. This is for the woman who softens at any sign of love from a man, because it signifies the acceptance that she so desperately desires. For the woman who dreams of her own fairytale love story, but is dating and putting up with the farthest thing from Prince Charming.
It may not seem like it, you may not feel it, and you might not even want to believe it, but you need to know that it will get better — You are already exactly all that you need to be.
I spent many years of my life trying to be something that I wasn’t. The lifestyle I describe was my day-to-day—I didn’t know that there was any other way to live. When I became a Christian I thought that I would learn how to be a “good” person, not realizing that the very characteristics that defined a person as “worthy” in my eyes were thrown out and redefined. The life of calculated striving that I had known became a distant memory, as I began to realize that I was already whole, already worthy, and already loved.
The things that you think matter—they don’t.
To know that you are fully known and fully loved —that’s what it’s all about, my friends.