09/15/2018
Even when others tell me I’m beautiful, I don’t feel beautiful.
I Don’t Feel Beautiful When…
My hair is too thin, receding, or balding
Too gray, too nappy or not shoulder length.
When I need a new wig or weave
Or the weave is too wak to deceive!
When my shoes are worn over or cheap
They don’t match my bag or don’t fit my feet.
When my heels aren’t red on the bottom
Or the marker price on the soles proves I got them from Marshall’s.
When I’m not dressed up and others are
Especially on Sundays, I don’t feel up to par.
When my clothes are faded, worn or outdated
The fit is too tight or they hang from me like drapery.
I don’t feel beautiful when…
I’m not wearing makeup
No eye liner, eye shadow, or dark spots covered up.
No blush, lip stick, mascara, or fake lashes
Contouring, fake moles, or hiding behind dark glasses.
When my nails are not manicured, pedicured, or fake
My feet are burning, crusty and flaked,
and hammer time toes are screaming "I ache!".
Blisters, Bunions, corns, and calluses,
Heel spurs, claw toes, athlete’s foot and yes chipped polish.
My body stinks, my breath smells
It’s that time of the month and I feel like hell.
I'm cramping, bloated, and constipated Boo
Who can feel beautiful when you feel like a stool.
I Don’t Feel Beautiful When…
My face is too oily
My skin is too dry
My beauty is outdated
So I stop even trying.
My stomach is too big
My butt is too flat.
Hips are too narrow
Thighs are too fat.
Ankles too thick
Breasts are sagging.
Pecks turned keg
Wiener stopped wagging.
When my teeth are crowded, yellow, or crooked,
gapped, chipped, missing, or witch hooked.
When I’ve gained weight, or loss too much of it
Or standing next to someone, taller, younger or Zumba fit.
I think my face is too fat, too dark, too scarred,
Too wrinkled, too pimpled, too light, or too hard.
My nose is too big, crooked, or spread wide.
My lips are too big, too thin, dark, or cracked dry.
I don’t feel beautiful when…
I get life wrong in front of others
Or they have some things that I don’t.
A place to stay, a car to drive
A mate to marry, the spiritual gift I want.
A job of importance, a friend to share
A parent to love, a child I bare.
I don’t feel beautiful when …
I’m ignored or dismissed by people
I’m forgotten by friends or family.
People stare, whisper, and judge me
Life seems to no longer matter.
When I don’t care about living or dying
Or care much about myself
When I’m distant from The Father
Because I’ve placed him on a shelf.
I don’t feel beautiful when …
I’m sin sick in my body
Sin sick in my mind
Sick in my spirit
Sin is my new grind.
When I’m longing in my wanting
When My loins lust in pain.
When My heart is lonely and broken
When My hormones are going insane.
There’s no one near to hold me
No one to cool my burning flames.
My reasoning trumps God’s explaining
That singleness is not a curse but His proclaiming.
And purity is the pregame and must be maintained.
Before a marriage is framed, holiness is the end game.
Ready, Aim, and fire at blank point range,
Kill this flesh ablaze. Overcome sin’s walk of shame!
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We will only truly FEEL beautiful once we know that WE ARE BEAUTIFUL because we believe in WHO we are IN CHRIST JESUS! NO MATTER WHAT!
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! (Ps. 139:13-16)
I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself for me. (Gal. 2:20)
by: Elaine Peterson
