The world does not define me...
I don’t know about you people, but when I got to Wal-Mart and I’m in the checkout line, my eyes always seem to drift to the magazines.
The headlines are outrageous. “Try this workout & you’ll get the most amazing butt!” “Amazing sex tips to make your man go wow!” “New makeup to make your face look nothing like you’re own!” …Seriously.
Have you ever taken a good look at those magazine covers? How flawless those model’s skin is, or how perfect their teeth align.
Correct me if I’m wrong but I think they all look fake.
Back in the 40’s & 50’s women looked real. They didn’t plaster their faces with makeup, and *gasp* they actually wore dresses and skirts! They looked like…well, women.
Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not sitting here saying makeup is from the devil and that you should stop reading 17 Magazine. But sometimes I wonder if my view on what true “beauty” is, is being contorted by worldly opinions.
It’s a tough world for girls. We’re told that 150 pounds is fat. That if your thighs touch when you walk it’s a bad thing. You can only wear certain colors with your skin tone. Being a virgin is looked down upon and is a minority. Name brand clothes are the way to go. This foundation will eliminate your freckles and anything else you want off of your face. And a man isn’t going to desire us unless we’re stick thin with a size C cup boobs.
Say what you want but ya’ll know that everything I just stated above is just the cold, hard, truth.
Girls are given a completely awful view on what true beauty is.
Why stress over what you look like? I would much rather have a guy call me pretty when I’m not wearing any makeup than when I’m all done up. You were made to look like that for a reason and a purpose. If someone judges you by your outward appearance then they are the ones that need to evaluate their own heart and standards. Don’t change the way you look just because a magazine told you so, or someone didn’t like something in your appearance.
We’re all created differently. That’s why we’re all special and unique. I’m glad that I’ve got long legs and an insane amount of torso. Weighing in at 125 pounds doesn't bother me and I’m glad that I got my Daddy’s smile and nose. My eyes are blue and I know I’m tall. I got lanky arms and little ears. My freckles stick out in the summertime and I’ve got a pale complexion that burns me to a crisp every time the sun comes out. I don’t have long eyelashes or lots of cleavage. My hair isn’t perfectly straight and every morning I wake up I look like I just rolled out of the grave. I laugh, a lot. I don’t sleep around. My happiness isn't defined in how many friends I have or if I have a boyfriend or not. I don’t find pleasure in buying material items. And I certainly don’t want to be a carbon copy of what any magazine or tv show tells me to be.
But you know what? I’m beautiful.
Why?
Because I was made like this for a reason. I don’t wanna look like anybody else but me. Why would I wanna make myself look like another person when there’s only one of me?
With that being said, I’m not saying go throw away your mascara and blush, just consider the fact that you are beautiful without trying.
I know it’s cheesy to say, but it’s the absolute truth...
The big man upstairs doesn't care what we look like. What’s in your soul and how you choose to live your life for His glory is what He cares about.
I want to become more like Christ everyday. Whether or not I look like a model doesn't matter in the least.
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