Where True Beauty Comes From

“Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

I stand in front of the mirror, and this line from Snow White comes back to me.

“Mirror, Mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

I study myself, turning around and around.

I start with my face, peering closely into the mirror.

My cheeks are too red. My skin is too dry. Wait a moment! Is that a pimple?

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

Next I study my chin and my neck.  Is that a double chin? My neck is too short.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

Then I look at my hands. Are those age spots?

My arms…well, those are just too flabby.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

I look at my chest and my stomach. My breasts are too small and my stomach too big. I look like I have a spare tire around my waist.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

Lastly I look at my hips and my thighs. Oh, ugh! We won’t even go there!

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?”

Every single day we stand. We look, and we criticize.

We look in the mirror and we think about the models in the magazines or the actresses in the movies.

We compare and we analyze.

Well, what if I did this? Or maybe a little bit more of that?

How about a new lipstick? No? What about some Botox instead? Maybe that would give me the fuller lips I would like to have.

It makes me think of the song “She Don’t Know She’s Beautiful” by Sammy Kershaw. It’s older country song. My mom has always said that every time she hears this song she thinks of me.

I’ve never thought of myself as beautiful. In high school, I never dated. I watched my friends date and wondered why I wasn’t pretty enough to have a boyfriend. And today more often than not I still find things to criticize about my appearance, but…

When I look back on pictures of myself in high school, I see that I was wrong. I was beautiful.

When I look at myself in the mirror today, I remind myself that I am beautiful and that my true beauty doesn’t come from my outward appearance.

My true beauty comes from having a heart after God’s.

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We live in a society whose actions speak louder than their words. They give lip service to the idea that all women are beautiful and that true beauty comes from within, but they don’t walk the talk when the majority of women in the limelight are expected to be the most beautiful women in the world.

Our society doesn’t understand that they have it backwards. Our beauty is not based on our looks. I mean, even the selfies that people are taking without make-up still makes it all about how we look. They just don’t get it.

Our beauty is not even based on who we are. I can be charismatic and outgoing, the life of the party, and still not be beautiful. I can be the smartest person in the world and still not be beautiful. I can be the most philanthropic person and still not be beautiful because…

Our beauty is based on whose we are. Our true beauty is found when we turn our hearts toward Jesus and follow Him.

When we follow Jesus, when we search after His heart, then and only then do we start to see our true beauty. It is only then that we start to see ourselves through His eyes and He begins to transform us.

Like the caterpillar morphs into a butterfly Jesus is transforming our hearts to be more like His.

And that is what makes us truly beautiful.


For those of you who aren’t familiar with “She Don’t Know She’s Beautiful”:

2 Comment

  1. Yes. This. If only we could all understand this way down deep to the core. Wonderful post, Misty – you beautiful girl, you. 🙂

    1. Thank you, Tarissa!

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