I am filled with self-loathing and wishful thinking, almost to the point of doing whatever necessary to obtain the “ideal” me. But then a small voice inside me wondered, whose idea is it anyway? It certainly isn’t mine, or my husband’s. I should and do want to be pretty, but maybe not in the same sense the world sees attractiveness. I want my husband to be proud of me, but if I am the beautiful that God has planned for me, then he will be.
The beauty that God has placed for us begins on the inside and shines outwardly. It is rare, genuine, and that which other’s refer to as “natural beauty”. It is unmistakable and something I want for my children as well as myself. It is not hard to obtain and doesn’t cost a dime. When you are generous, compassionate and full of joy, you possess true beauty.
Some of the most stunning women I’ve ever met where not cover girl material, they weren’t a size five and their skin wasn’t flawless, but to me and many others they were and are the epitome of elegance, and exquisiteness.
I hope to one day come to grips with my body’s shortcomings and embrace what is truly there. I pray to seek God’s idea of beauty rather than the media’s, and in doing so I hope to pass this desire on to my children when they seek beauty for themselves.