You’re doing it again – letting the numbers on the scale define you, define your self-worth. How many times are you going to let a few extra cookies, a pair of tight pants, or some excess jiggle in your thighs tell you that you’re not enough?
You have to stop.
Stop looking at yourself in the mirror and loathing your body.
Stop measuring your self-worth by stepping on the scale.
Stop metering what you can or cannot eat, do, be so others will like you.
Your value is not determined by what you weigh or what you eat or what you look like. Your value was determined a long time ago when your Father conceived of you.
You are a masterpiece. You were conceived in the mind of a Master Artist. He had a purpose for creating you. He had resolved to do something with you, show something through you. And so you were carefully sculpted by His hands. Every curve of your body was carefully shaped to be just the way He wanted it to be. Every hair on your head was meticulously weaved by Him. Every skill, gift, talent you have was given to you by the Master Artist.
Then He placed you on display for all to admire – to see the beautiful thing He had created. But instead of relishing in your beauty, you’re comparing yourself to those around you. You’re wondering why you’re not thin like the sculpture next to you, why you’re not a photograph or a painting, why you’re made of wood instead of marble.
You’ve lost sight of your own beauty because you’ve been too busy looking at others. You’ve lost sight of your purpose and intention because you’ve lost sight of the Master Artist.
And now, you’re stepping on the scale every day to try to become thin like the sculpture next to you. You’re shaving away the soft curves of your shape to become more square like a photograph. You’re covering your beautiful wood with marble to fit in. And in doing so, you’re losing your beauty. You’re losing your uniqueness. You’re losing your purpose.
You thought to be beautiful you had to be like everyone else. You thought to be accepted you had to fit a certain mold. You thought to be worth something, something of value, you had to change who you are.
But now all people see you as is an imitation, a fake, a cheap copy.
You have to stop.
Stop erasing your unique beauty by molding yourself to everyone else’s shape.
Stop telling yourself that your value is in what others think of you.
Stop letting the scale, the love handles, the belly rolls tell you that there is something wrong with you.
There is nothing wrong with you. Your body is not less than because it looks different. You were sculpted by the Master Artist. He took great care sculpting you. He gave you each attribute, each characteristic that makes you, you. Embrace your beauty. Embrace being round in a square world. Embrace being wood in a marble museum.
Look at your Artist. Go talk to Him. Ask Him why He made you. Ask Him why He made you the way He did. That is where your value lies – in the eyes and hands and mind of a Master Artist who cared to conceive, create, and carry You in this life.
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.