As I stare down the woman, I notice her flawless skin, perfect hair, and thin body type. Her abs in her bikini ripple in strength, Her never fading smile shines like a bright star, and I look in the mirror and say "Who do you think you are?"
I think about the food last eaten and the workouts not done, the restrictions put on by none else but myself, failing them all. I wonder about why I even try sometimes. But as soon as I say so, I begin to feel something near to me, Love.
It comes in a still small voice, calm and soothing, it weeps for me and my thoughts about myself.
A tear drips from my eye.
The voice brings up a feeling of worth and comfort, yet i push it away, not wanting comfort from The Comforter. Rather, wanting comfort in myself, in my own skin. I'd never thought about how much these thoughts could destroy a person, nor how much it could terrorize or threaten, I thought this was normal. Everyone doesn't want their body, everyone thinks they aren't beautiful.
.
The voice begins it's healing work..
It Hurts.
It pains.
It's honest.
It's a promise, that it doesn't matter what it looks like on the outside, but that on the inside, if it's truly seeking after the voice, will heal. And once it begins the healing process it makes the outside shine brighter than the sun.
Proverbs 31:30 " Charm is deceptive and Beauty is fleeting. But a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised."
-Ainsley
