Beautiful... God’s Way
It’s hard. To be surrounded by the world’s standard of beauty all the time and yet not fall victim to it. There are so many unattainable standards of beauty in our society, and it seems they’re ever changing. I sometimes feel like I’m the only one who finds it exhausting to keep up. Am I beautiful enough? Am I fit enough? Am I soft enough? Is this big enough? Is this small enough? Does this make me look fat? What if I stand up? What if I sit down? What if someone takes a candid picture and it isn’t flattering? What if my tummy has rolls when I sit down? Or lean over? Is this too tight or just fitted? Is this too loose? Is this too flashy? Is my makeup perfect? What about now? What about my hair? Is it better up or down? Why can’t I look like her? Why is her {insert whatever insecurity} better than mine? My head literally spirals with thoughts like this. I know objectively how far I’ve come. Forty pounds gone is no small feat. ...