Beauty is strange. Like, what classifies something as beautiful? I assume that if something is pleasing, it’s beautiful. What classifies something as pleasing?
It’s a cycle of confusion that ends in nothing but a headache. Standards in beauty make me roll my eyes, because we don’t really know how to perceive them.
Society puts really high expectations on how we should look, act, and think. That’s especially difficult for young people who are constantly struggling with self-image.
My perceived image is one of my biggest weaknesses. I put my identity in the opinions of others, social media and essentially whatever makes me feel worthy. I put my identity in everything except for what I should be pouring it into.
I know I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I know I am beautiful, worthy, and loved by so many people in my life.
So, if I know all of these things, why is it so much easier to write them down than to say them out loud? Why do I still seek the approval of those around me, instead of focusing on what I already have?
I think it’s because I’m not perfect and I never will be. I’ve said this before, but I constantly find myself comparing the way I look to girls on Instagram. It’s like, if I could look like them maybe I’d be happier about myself.
The truth is that it doesn’t work like that. We don’t get to trash the way we look every day, wishing something would change, because we’re never going to wake up one day in a completely new body.
Our culture tells us that we have to look a certain way to be loved and admired, which is the complete opposite from the truth.
In 1 Peter, Peter writes, “[beauty] should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.”
This REALLY convicted me. “Which is of great worth in God’s sight.” I was created in the image of the One True King. Who am I to bash God’s creation?
Another thought I gathered from this verse was that of internal beauty. If I hate things about myself, how am I going to pour into the lives of my friends? Internal beauty is radiant and bold, and once I begin loving the way I look on the inside, it’s bound to show on the outside.
Insecurity is a whole tool of the devil. The other night I was talking to a friend and she told me to stop targeting my insecurities. It was difficult to listen to, but it was exactly what I needed to hear.
Satan obviously loves to hear us talk down about ourselves, so the negative talk has got to go.
We are beautifully made in the eyes of our Savior, so it’s time to start putting those thoughts into our brains.
I know that I still have a long journey before I learn to really love myself, but I also know that I’m only going to be able to find true beauty once I stop listening to culture and start seeing myself the way that Christ sees me.