The frosting

So I was thinking, a piece (a mere piece) of an overall welcoming, warm person is the way they present themselves. It would be fun to have a (outward) beauty week.

I'm a girl. A girl of America. So I've had my fair share of appearance struggles. Nothing serious or debilitating, just run-of-the-mill insecurities.

• always wanting hair that's longer-shorter-shinier-bouncier-curlier-darker-lighter-bigger-smoother-perfecter
• hoping to wake up and have a mid-section that resembles Barbie's
• wanting a nose that swoops up tinker bell style
• smaller feet
• narrower shoulders (that's right- utter ridiculousness)

But instead I have

• largish green eyes
• long fingers
• nicely brown, healthy hair
• healthy body weight and fitness
• nice legs

I am blessed. And so are you. No matter what the images we see or the what the other blessed people around us look like, we are made in the image of God and He says we are good. And beautiful. And cherished. 

So if you continue reading these posts, know that you are good. 

All the rest of this is just frosting on the cake.

 Too much frosting can ruin a perfectly delicious cake, by the way.