If you are unaware, this show is a major event among girls all over the world. Girls throw parties to watch together and social media blows up over the event. Girls claim it makes them feel “girly” and love to get in the spirit of the show. But this show is not exactly known for the product it is “selling” – it is known for something very different – its effect on the self-esteem of young women everywhere.
I never thought I’d be able to admit this out loud… let alone on the internet… but after talking with some friends and praying with 2 Corinthians 12:9, I’m finally ready to say it. I have struggled with an eating disorder. I was pretty athletic when I was growing up. I wasn’t a superstar or […]
Those are the little things, the little acts of love that God sees and understands. Those are the things that define you, that make your whole being beautiful. That doesn’t make up for our sins and failings, and it certainly doesn’t excuse them… but it means there are shreds of goodness even in the midst of our brokenness.
The definition of beautiful isn’t an absence of sin or blemishes; it’s the presence of love. Beautiful is not about having arms like Michelle Obama, but like Mother Teresa.
But there is one more thing. It’s the most important part. We won’t be successful in this if we don’t recognize that we are noticed by God.
A lot of our desires to be the best, and the most beautiful come from the desire to be affirmed. We have to first live in the knowledge that we have a God who loves us, cares for us and sees us as his unique daughters. Only with this knowledge can we live out healthy relationships with other women and ourselves.
Easier said than done, right? Be patient with yourself. This is something we need to remind ourselves of daily.
A couple of weeks ago Beyonce was given the title of 'World's Most Beautiful Woman' from People Magazine. I feel like once you've got that award in your back pocket you can either:
- A) Finally allow yourself to wear sweatpants all the time (at which point you wouldn't actually have a back pocket), or
- B) Gaze at yourself in the mirror for endless hours and let your pride shoot up like jack's beanstalk.
No really, congrats Beyonce, you are gorgeous and have cleared up any confusion about how far I have to go to reach the plane you exist on.
In high school, I played football and ran for track and field. As a young man just coming into my faith, it was tough to see and hear the guys talk about women in a way that was so degrading. It forced me to question what the truth was. I was learning about God and His plan for us, but what the other guys were saying was completely contradictory to what God was saying.
I got to a point where I looked at what society was telling me would make me happy regarding women: sex, popularity and partying; and I asked myself, 'Is that it? Is this as good as it gets in life?'
There was something inside me that wasn't satisfied with that. There was a burning in my heart for so much more. I knew that God had greater plans.