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Laaaaaadies

  This one is for all my fellow sistas out in this world. Society is a crazy mess of shaming and women are caught all up in that. We are told to be skinny but then get called harsh words for being "too skinny" and then we are told to be curvy but not "fat". Our bodies are sexualized by society and are always picked apart. How can we find confidence in a world that's telling us contradictory things all the time? What voice do we listen to when it comes to what "beauty" is?
  1 Peter 3:3-4 "Don't be concerned about the outward beauty of fancy hairstyles, expensive jewelry, or beautiful clothes. You should clothe yourselves instead with the beauty that comes from within, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is so precious to God." Beauty starts with your heart. You could have the hair color and cut that every girl envies, the most "in" clothes, the on fleek contour and highlight, BUT if you had a nasty heart people would be turned off by you. If you treat others with dignity and respect, not only will you get that treatment in return, but you will also have a pure beauty that radiates from within.
  As women, we apparently owe it to the world to show how we are truly gifted. Wear less and post more of it, I mean if you got it, flaunt it! Right? 1 Corinthians 6:19-20 "Don't you realize that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit, who lives in you and was given to you by God? You do not belong to yourself, for God bought you with a high price. So you must honor God with your body." You are a treasure. You were bought with the blood of a perfect human. You do not owe it to the world, or any man, to flaunt what you have been given. Your beauty and your identity do not lie in the way you are formed, but your beauty is shaped by, again, your heart and how you respond to Christ and to others.
  Ladies, you are a M A S T E R P I E C E. You are all a work of art. Jeremiah 1:5 "I knew you before I formed you in your mother's womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations." Set apart. You were set apart. You were hand-crafted. You are a walking MASTERPIECE! The way you are is the way God formed you. How badly it must hurt God to see His work of art pick apart the "flaws". Do you not see how precious you truly are? Treat everywhere you walk like a runway and OWN it. God sure is proud of the finished product that is you. He worked hard to make you the way you are, darling. Take a look at the true art that is staring back at you and LOVE it.
  Society has no right to tell you how you should dare look when the ultimate artist has already made you perfect. I pray that you can all accept and love the beauty that you posses. To everyone else, men included, let us start building each other up as opposed to tearing one another down. So I weigh less than you, does that make me any less beautiful? So her hair is in pretty ringlets, does that make you suddenly a scarecrow? She has the one cute dimple, but you have the adorable freckles. We all have our own little touches to our physical beauty. When you learn to love others and love yourself, beauty will begin to overflow and no matter what ANYONE says you can always find comfort in the understanding that the King and Creator of this entire universe hand-crafted Y O U to be as beautiful as you are. 

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