like, can't go anywhere without makeup, self conscious.
sometimes, it was paralyzing.
I thought I was fat, when I was a size one.
I thought I was ugly, when comparing myself with almost anyone.
I thought I was unlikeable, and even less loveable.
having baby number two has brought back some old-time insecurities.
my hair is falling out in clumps.
my skin is hanging around in lumps.
and from lack of sleep, my emotions are sure to make me less than like able sometimes.
but you know what?
for the first time in my life, I'm starting to embrace it.
my stretch marks are starting to look a little more like tiger stripes.
my hips are starting to look a little more flattering.
my bare face is starting to look a little more beautiful.
this. this is because I am learning ever more to find my worth in my savior.
to see the beauty in me, that I see all around me in so many facets on god's creation.
and, I think, because I see my soul a little more in the mirror.
a soul that is growing.
blossoming.
redeemed.
and loved,
fiercely.
so today, I encourage you (& mostly me).
take some time to just be.
fresh-faced and free.
because you are beautiful.
love.
