Beautifully Flawed

SOMETIMES WE MUST LEARN THAT BEAUTY CONSISTS NOT IN AESTHETICS, BUT IN FUNCTION. LOVE YOUR EVERY FLAW, THERE'S A REASON YOU HAVE IT: IT'S THERE TO SERVE YOU!

I love my big eyes that let me appreciate the purple hues of sunset, the vibrant greens of the forest and the depth of the sea.
I love my feet and their high arches that bring me pain at night because the soreness is a reminder of the places that I’ve been to and a lesson of humility that makes me understand how critical the support of others is in everything I do.
I love my bony knees and robust thighs because they allow me to run to my destination.
I love the scars on my skin because they tell stories of days that will never come back.
I love the expression lines that have begun forming in my face because they are witness to my humanity.
I love my heavy breasts—which will one day feed my children—because when they bring me pain they also talk about the mysteries of motherhood and the joy in sacrificing everything for the most sublime of loves.
I love my broad back and shoulders because they are willing to carry the weight of the world.
I love my strong jaw because it shows my determined character.
I love my small hands because they keep me in check by never letting me grab more than I need, while being soft enough to transmit love in just one touch.

I love my body because it’s a product of God’s design, a house for my soul and a shrine for Him. Yes, it might be imperfect, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.