Dandelions

I am beautiful.

Not for what i see, but for who i am despite myself.  Every day i look in the mirror and see my imperfections: my funny hairline, ugly moles, and the fact that my acne still hasn't acknowledged the fact that i'm no longer a teenager.  i know i'm in good company because there is not one girl out there that hasn't looked in the mirror and wished it was a different face staring back.

My roommate and i recently did a bible study and decided to fast from mirrors, specifically the ones in our dorm room.  i had a heyday covering our mirrors with newspapers and funny magazine pictures.  we kept a space so that we could still see ourselves from the neck up, somewhat due to the aforementioned acne problem; no one wants to see that.  during those 12 weeks, i didn't feel like it made that much of a difference, i still felt mediocre looking and part of me felt like covering up the mirrors was an effort to forget, deny, pretend that i was something i'm not.  i was afraid of what i'd be reminded of when they were removed.

Fortunately, God used this opportunity to remind me of who i am and to whom i belong.  yeah, i have acne, my head is small, and my fingers may be alien-ishly long...  but that is what makes me beautiful.  i am beautiful because i was handmade by the creator of beauty.

Lord search my heart
Create in me something clean
Dandelions
You see flowers in these weeds