Dear Girl – to the girl who thinks she just isn’t

Dear girl,

We’ve all been there.

Standing in the bathroom, naked, staring at your body. Changing in the locker room with other girls, and it seems like they all look better than you. Sitting in the lunch room and everyone has their friends. Except you.

We’ve all been there.

Flipping through your Bible, struggling to find a place to start while it seems like every other girl knows exactly what she’s doing. While every other girl is strolling down lovey-dovey street with their boyfriends, you can’t seem to even find a guy friend.

Finding someone to date?

Yeah, right.

We’ve all been there.

This is not going to be a post about body image or a how-to on anything that pertains to the life of a girl. I will not be telling you how to hide stretch marks or how to properly apply mascara without getting clumps. (Spoiler alert: I don’t know how.)

I’m not going to tell you that you aren’t.

This post is going to tell you why you are. 

Let that sink in for a minute.

You are.

You are enough.

You are loved.

You are whole.

You are beautiful.

You are. 

It’s hard to believe sometimes. Sometimes life knocks you down, I know. I know how hard it is to pick yourself up again after you fall to the floor, flat on your face. Maybe it’s a figure of speech. Maybe it’s literal.

You label yourself as clumsy.

Or fat.

Or too skinny.

Or with boobs too big.

Or just not enough.

Our world is filled with attempts at saying that we are all beautiful (while also giving us plenty of reasons to believe we aren’t). They plaster it all over the billboards, on the TV, in video games, in magazines. People proclaim that we are all perfect. No matter what. Beautiful in every way.

If it’s everywhere, why don’t we believe it? Why can’t we believe it?

It’s something that has baffled me for years. It’s a topic that has spanned from the beginning of time and I’m sure it will continue until the end. No one has all the answers, even if they claim to.

So right now, I’m going to focus on the thing I mentioned above: you are.

I don’t know if I can properly tell you how to look in the mirror and love yourself. Today, I complained about how I looked. Do I know that I’m pretty? Heck yes. But do I remember that every time I get ready for work or shower? Heck no.

But I can tell you this: you are. 

Why, you might ask?

Here’s the thing. And it’s a thing that I am slowly discovering through lots of whining and moaning and groaning about myself. (And by slowly, I mean slow-as-a-teenager-who-doesn’t-want-to-get-out-of-bed.)

As a single human being, standing there alone, with no title, no clothes, no nothing….

WE. ARE. NOT.

We will never be.

Alone.

When we stand on our own, that’s when we aren’t. Because, honestly, you can be the prettiest girl on the entire planet, with the perfect body and smile and whatever, but without Christ, you will never feel like you truly are.

(I decided that I’m going to expand on a couple of the subjects mentioned in this post. One will be about body image, the other one is for sure going to be about guys. Because we girls need that. Look for them in the next five years. Just kidding. They’re coming.) 

For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago. ~ Ephesians 2:10

Some of us think we’re too broken. Some of us think we’re not pretty enough. Some of us think we don’t have enough to offer.

But God doesn’t care. Girls, he’s all in. He seriously doesn’t care.

Jesus is the only person in the entire WORLD who truly doesn’t care what your boobs look like, whether you have a boyfriend or not, if you’re a virgin, or what that scale says. Humanity is always going to judge in some way, shape, or form. God doesn’t.

He just opens his arms and says, “Hey. Come here. You are loved.”

He makes the broken parts of us whole. The part of you who struggles mightily to be that Christian girl who has pretty stenciling in her Bible and posts long, dramatic things every day … that’s okay.

The only care of God is your heart. He doesn’t care what kind of condition it’s in.

But what does it say? “The word is near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart,” that is, the message concerning faith that we proclaim:  If you declarewith your mouth, “Jesus is Lord,” and believe in your heart that God raised him from the dead, you will be saved. For it is with your heart that you believe and are justified, and it is with your mouth that you profess your faith and are saved. ~ Romans 10:8-10

Give it to him. Being a Christian doesn’t take away hurt. It doesn’t wipe away our flesh telling us we’re not enough. Until we’re in heaven, we will always have those feelings. But besides the eternity-is-spent-with-Jesus stuff, there’s add-ons to the greatness. Including something that I recently discovered.

When your body doesn’t look right, when the guy you adore doesn’t like you back, and whatever else that can go wrong goes wrong, you can lift your eyes or just curl up into a ball and reach for Jesus.

I have fled to you for refuge. ~ Psalm 143:9

The definition of ‘refuge’ from the Merriam-Webster dictionary is this: shelter or protection from danger or distress.

Go to him. Find refuge in the shelter of his wings. He’s always there, even when you feel like you don’t deserve him. Whether it’s because of how you look, how you feel, or what you did.

Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or danger, or sword? ~ Romans 8:35

Doesn’t matter.

Look … someone’s always going to appear prettier than you. Someone will always be able to sing more beautifully, play the piano with more flourish, hit more baskets in a row. There will always be a girl who prays better too. Don’t let that make you think you aren’t. Look at yourself in the mirror and see the woman who Jesus died for. Who wants you to be in his arms so freakin’ much that he came down to this world to ensure that you could have that opportunity.

We’ve all been there. But we don’t have to be there anymore.

Society tells us that we are all beautiful, inside and out. No matter what. They plaster it everywhere for people to see. So why can’t we believe it? What part of our brains can’t grasp what is everywhere, what our friends and family are telling us?

I don’t have it all figured out. But what I have discovered over the past couple years is that, for one, I am beautiful. Hollywood is right on that one. Inside and out, no matter what. But it’s not just because of my chlorine-ruined hair or the chickenpox scars that I have on my face.

It’s because of my Jesus.

He’s mine, and he can be yours, dear girl. He has made everyone beautiful. But the only way we can fully grasp that beauty, inside and out, is by reaching for him and grasping onto him.

God created us. So doesn’t it make sense that being with the creator would bring out our true and pure beauty – and the peace knowing that we are?

And when you grab onto what he has to offer, there is loud and clear message of worth.

You are.

You are enough.

For while we were still weak, at the right time Christ died for the ungodly. ~ Romans 5:6

You are loved.

The Lord your God is with you,
    the Mighty Warrior who saves.
He will take great delight in you;
    in his love he will no longer rebuke you,
    but will rejoice over you with singing. ~ Zephaniah 3:17

You are whole.

Now we look inside, and what we see is that anyone united with the Messiah gets a fresh start, is created new. The old life is gone; a new life burgeons! Look at it! ~ 2 Corinthians 5:17 (MSG)

You are beautiful.

I thank you, High God – you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration – what a creation! ~ Psalm 139:14

You are, because of Jesus Christ, who is. 

Love,

a girl who used to think she just wasn’t

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