I look in the mirror and what do I see?
An ugly, broken-out face looking back at me.
My legs are too big, my waist isn't small.
Will I ever be good enough for anyone at all?
God gave me this body, yes I know.
But why can't I look like that model in Vogue?
Does God hate me? So He gave me this face?
I don't know what to think, I feel so out of place.
That used to be me, what you just heard.
Then God spoke into my life, and gave me this word.
"I love you, Tourin, just as you are.
You don't need to look like this dirty world.
You can be My bright, shining star."
Now I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
A beautiful face, full of value and worth, looking back at me.
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