Like a swollen whale?

She’s gonna think I’m gross.

Maybe the tight one will make it better.

They’re not gonna wanna hang out with me anymore.

How did that grow overnight?

He doesn’t like me because I'm fat.

Why aren’t I like her?

This outfit is lame.

What if he saw me like this?

Maybe I’ll wear the baggy dress.

A new pimple?

Stupid eye-liner just broke. 

What am I thinking?  And why am I thinking about this—again, for the fifteenth time today?  Can I please just learn to like myself?  Or believe God likes me?  GOD likes me.  And designed this frame I’m talking to—in the Image of Himself.

We girls are so hard on ourselves.  So mean to our bodies and menial in our treatment of God imaging us into a shared aspect of His being.  There’s a grand difference between being true to who you really are and gracious toward who you’re not, versus being harsh, cruel and critical to the point of abuse.

Where did you first hear these lines?  And from whom did you hear them?  They are not true and they are not what Your Maker thinks.  The mirror is not you; it is a reflection.  And you are worth so much more than what a mirror, or imagined ideal, could ever communicate.

Ask God to help you see your true self today, and to walk well in that frame. To live as if you’re liked, and loved, in that image.  His image.  And I promise to do the same.