Insecurities. Everyone complains about them. Everyone talks about them. Everyone hurts because of them. Whether we grew up around faith or not, I’m sure we’ve all heard something along the lines of, “You’re beautiful the way you are,” or “You’re perfect the way you were made.” However, if I had to take a wild guess, I’d say that very few people actually believe those things to be true. It is almost comical how I try desperately to convince those I care for that they are gorgeous inside and out, yet I can’t accept that for myself. If I had to guess again, I’d say that many of you reading this can agree with that statement in some fashion. Recently, I reached a point of irritation and anger with this reality. My face broke out the worstit had since high school. This brought back a personal insecurity that I thought I had conquered, kicked to the dust, and buried. Boy was I wrong. Night after night, I felt awful about my appearance and was in a constant state of frustration over something I had no control over. Because I was discontent and fed up with the common encouragements, I worked to find another remedy. Here’s what I came up with.
The one who created you is on the other side of that mirror. He sees all of you, knows your full potential, and absolutely adores the way that you laugh (even when you snort). Then he starts to notice your sadness when you look into the mirror. You are upset with your weight. You hate the texture of your hair. You are disgusted by the quality of your skin. You wish you weren’tso pale. You wish you weren’t so dark. You begin to think, “How could anyone ever find me attractive?” This negative feeling spirals quickly and you reach the point of asking yourself, “How could anyone ever love me?” The one who created you sits on the other side of that mirror and hears you. He sees and knows you. He wants to shout back, “I can! I do!” Yet your ears are overwhelmed by the lies you have heard and told yourself. Your mind is convinced that those lies are truth. You sit hopeless in what you believe to be lonely silence.
But he hurts with you.
You are not alone in your insecurities. You are not alone in love. There is a perfect father named Jesus that thinks the world of you. Only through these truths am I able to fight through my insecurities. His love is the reason that I can look past my acne (along with whatever else) and love who I am. Are the remedies to your insecurities working, or are you too at a place of searching for something more than the common encouragement?