Kind of like the Funhouse mirrors at the carnival when we were kids. Remember those?
Fun to look at. Funny even--because we know it's not really what we look like.
But what about when we look in our bathroom mirror? Or the full length one behind the closet door? Worse, the one in the dressing room, that gives us an image on all sides, showing things we don't ordinarily see and would rather not see? What then? Do we laugh? Or do we cringe?
My guess is that none of us look at that image in a lighthearted way because we know it's real. It's not distorted in any way. Or is it?
I'd like to suggest that the image looking back at you is the one telling you those things--call it your own thinking--and even though it is you, it's not. It's still an image, and it's distorted.
That person in the mirror is just that--an image. It's yourself looking back at you in a backwards way. You see yourself in the mirror opposite of how you really look, but not completely opposite.
Think about it--your right eye is looking back at you on the right, but if you jumped on the other side, it would be your left eye. But it's not, because when you put your mascara on, it's going on your right eye. So it's still your right eye. But you're backwards. Doesn't quite make sense does it?
Neither does it make sense for you to beat yourself up over the way you look.
I lost almost 30 pounds in the last six months. I tell you this because even though I'm now at a healthy weight, and I (pretty much) like the way I look, I realized that God doesn't love me any more that I'm thin than he did when I was overweight and disgusted with the way I looked. He loves me the same, no matter how I look.
God is love. And if God is love and He loves me just the way I am, then who am I to try to override that? As long as I keep trying to love myself on my own, I'll always fail--I'll always see the flaws.
If I cannot accept the unconditional love of God--regardless of the way I look--I cannot love myself. I cannot accept who I am and what I look like if I continue to reject God's acceptance of who I am and what I look like. I will forever have a distorted image--not only of myself, but of God.
So the next time you're putting your makeup on, brushing your hair, or just stopping in a store window to check yourself out (I know you do it), remember that it will always be just a distorted image looking back at you. That's not how God sees you, and it's not how everyone else sees you either.
You have to go out of yourself to really see yourself, so stop living inside yourself. Stop berating yourself and start celebrating who you are! God loves you, and so do I, so you should too.
Blessings Along the Path,
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