Constantly reminded of the world's standard of beauty (which has everything to do with outward appearance), I've spent many a time contemplating if I measure up.  I experienced what true love felt like the moment I looked at my reflection and realized "pretty" wasn't quite the word to describe me. Staring back at me was a soul oh so lovely. I wondered why appearances would even matter with someone like her, when what she has to offer is beauty in its purest form.

I'd challenge you to look at yourself in the mirror, look deep. Look until you see past the skin you're in. Look until you hear God's whisper telling you everything that He sees. 

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