Psalm 139:13-15
“Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God–you’re BREATHTAKING! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration–what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; you know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something.”
You know you have one. You have a part that you look at on your body and you are like, God seriously I think you skipped over this one when you were looking at me and said, breathtaking! Because this piece ain’t so breathtaking. For me, it’s my legs, no my hips, no my……ok, so maybe I have more than one. It makes me angry actually. More now than ever cause I’m watching my daughter experience it. We live in a selfish, evil world so it’s inevitable that she will feel it. As much as we talk it through etc, it’s still real and there.
Here’s another one of those moments where I’m gonna be real. Shocking I know! I’ve struggled with an eating disorder for years. Like every corner of an eating disorder if it’s possible. Binging, purging, starving, you name it, Heather’s dove head first into it. Cause it’s all or nothing in my world (insert eye roll). I tell you this because there was a time where I was beyond skinny. Like the 00 size. The size we all think would solve every body issue in the world. Let me be the first to tell you, No. Like big large and in charge NO! I still was on the scale up to 10 times a day making sure it didn’t move so that I could keep my skinny going. I still would go and look in the mirror and see my tree trunk legs or the fat hanging from under my arms that I thought looked huge! I still hated my body. I say this because at some point we have to come to a place of acceptance. Not, oh my gosh, I so love my saggy boobs and flags hanging from under my arms. No, what I’m saying is that we need to get to this place of, holy crap, someone loved me enough to think about every bone in my body, every hair on my head, every vein that runs through me AND thinks that I’m breathtaking! BREATHTAKING! What? When have we EVER felt that way about ourselves or believed that when anyone has said it to us. We need to allow Christ to love us that way because in reality, we may never get to that point and it’s ok. You see, I believe that acceptance is a branch of love. Because this area is forever going to be a struggle in my life, I may never get to a loving place with my body BUT I do feel like I’m getting to an accepting place and I will take that.
Crazy how I look at my daughter or anyone else I come in contact with who think they aren’t beautiful or have a nasty part and I’m like, what are you talking about? Yet, I and I’m sure at times you, are so quick to throw ourselves under the bus. Let’s end that or at least try. You really are breathtaking! No one else is sculpted, built, or designed like you so really, you can’t compare yourself. I challenge you today to go into the mirror and say it to yourself……..I AM BREATHTAKING!
“I hope one day Your human body is not a jail cell, instead it’s a sunny 2pm garden with daisies thriving because of self love.”
Wounded to Warrior 