I mentioned several weeks ago in a post about favor, that I had struggled as a teenager with an eating disorder. God brought it up again, after years of not thinking about it, during a fast... sort of ironic dontcha think? This is really not a topic I like to revisit. I don't enjoy thinking about those times, but it has come up with a fair amount of regularity lately, so I wanted to just touch on a few things.
I spent my childhood as an outcast. I was a chubby kid. I had no fashion sense. I was sort of brainy. I had acne and was so painfully shy that I was in pretty much a perpetual state of blushing. You've seen Napoleon Dynamite? I was the girl with the side ponytail, selling keychains and making dresses with puffy sleeves. I wasn't necessarily "unliked," but I was definitely ignored and rejected. I always wanted to be one of the pretty girls. You know the ones. Those girls that traveled in packs, wore makeup and bras before everybody else... snickered in the hall about boys and had slumber parties on the weekends. No matter what I did... what clothes I wore or what music I listened to... Underneath, I was still me and I guess that showed. And that was never enough. I gave up trying after awhile, and even brazenly rebelled by ultimately becoming what I perceived to be the exact opposite of those pretty girls and everything they stood for, but that feeling of wanting to be something I'm not stuck with me for a long time.
So why bring this all up now right? I mean, does it really matter anyway? We all have junk we've had to deal with. Everyone has felt rejected, hurt, ignored at some point in their lives. There's really nothing special about my experience. Well, that's not exactly true. All that crap I went through is not what makes me different. But the fact that I am an overcomer of all that stuff is. And more importantly, that I have overcome by rejecting the world's opinion of me and really even my opinion of me, and embracing my Father's opinion, knowledge really, of me... That's what makes me different and special... I can say with absolute certainty that He is really the only one who has ever really understood me.
He knew I was going to need the most extravagant grace and friendship and acceptance to be able to leave my rules-based, legalistic, control-freak, critical, wounded, hurting, broken (the list goes on and on- maybe you can relate) SELF behind and become the person He had planned for me to be. It has not been easy. It's been (and will continue to be) an everyday, every decision thing... to decide to line my will up with His... to show myself grace, the way He would/does... I screw up. I backslide. I get into some of my old self-loathing patterns from time to time. But I can't ever really go back now. I have to trust that He knows what He's doing with me, even when I can't see it. Besides, you know, He has made me one of "the pretty girls..." After all this time, in my middle age, in my mommy-of-four body, with sickness and scars... I don't wonder anymore if I'm beautiful... if I'm loved... if I'm accepted... How can I feel rejected or not good enough, knowing how The King of the Universe feels about me?
So you're dying to know what He thinks of me right? lol. I'm not bragging... Well I am, but not about anything you can't have or experience too. Women... especially married women... I challenge you to literally take every thought captive in obedience to Jesus... Catch each negative, self-hating thought before you let yourself bring it to fruit. Remember who made you. Think about why He loves you. Don't slight your husband or your God by being down on yourself. They both think you're beautiful.
Here's what the "pretty girls" think of themselves: