By: Hannah Dearth
Do you remember a time when you used to look at yourself, and you just saw...you?
A time before other’s voices started to shape how you felt about yourself?
Like a baby looks in the mirror, so in awe with seeing themselves, giggling, smiling, and touching their nose or eyes...no thoughts about something needing to be different, to look “better.”
Like a child when you compliment them and they just say, “Thanks!” . They do not offer up a reason as to why it isn’t true, or brush it off half-heartedly.
I very vaguely remember that time and that girl, but I’m working to get back to that place.
A place where I look in the mirror and I don’t wish I had a different chin, or better eyebrows, or a slimmer face. No “buts” or challenging compliments anymore.
A place where I just look in the mirror and I see...me. And when I look, I like me as just...me. Fearfully and wonderfully made. The same way I look at any of His other creation surrounding me- for all that it is, instead of all that it isn’t.
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