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Five Minute Friday: Beautiful

It's good to be back to Five Friday Minute Friday. I hit a bit of a rough patch and then I took a three-week vacation to Europe and I've missed taking part in this community of writers!

Beautiful is something I've thought a lot about lately. The Dove experiment with the beauty sketches (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XpaOjMXyJGk)  was something I could completely relate to.  When I look in the mirror, I don't see beautiful - I see a nose that seems too big, teeth discolored by too much coffee, and bags under my eyes that tell of the struggle I have with sleep. Beautiful is the farthest thing from my mind when I see myself. I know that I'm supposed to see myself the way God sees me - fearfully and wonderfully made - but it's how the rest of the world sees me that I worry about. I know that I have a good, kind heart but I am so afraid that no one will give me the chance to prove what I am on the inside because of how I look on the outside. I've been alone for 6 years now and I've grown weary of being by myself. I so want someone to see me as beautiful - both inside and out. I want someone to light up when I walk into a room, to want my face to be the first thing they see in the morning. I want someone to see me the way God sees me - fearfully and wonderfully made. I want to see myself as beautiful - both inside and out.

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  1. I also fight with my own ideal of beauty that never seems to include what I actually look like. But I'll tell you the same thing I've told other beautiful people before: Beauty radiates. One of my favorite sayings is "fake it til you make it." You tell yourself tomorrow, when you look in the mirror, "Hello beautiful." You are what you imagine yourself to be. I hope you see your own beauty very very soon.

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  2. Dear Andrea
    This is a question I battled with for a long time, until I decided to ask our Lord how He sees me. Well, slowly but surely, He is doing just that. Even the ugly parts becomes an opportunity to ask Him to change that with the beauty of His love.
    Blessings
    Mia

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