True Beauty

Mirror Mirror On The Wall


When you look in the mirror, what do you see?

Does it change from time to time?

I’ve struggled with hormonal acne for a couple of years, I have tried different treatments that sometimes work and sometimes they just don’t (especially when you need them to the most). Looking back I can laugh at conversations that I have had with my husband. I remember once, during an acne flare, I made a negative comment about how I looked and he looked back at me genuinely concerned that my eyes were having technical difficulties because he could not see what I was talking about. And, no, love is not blind :).

The Voices In My Head


Honestly, sometimes I am sure that they need to be shot. They have a way of exaggerating, telling white lies and discouraging. If they are not discussing the acne, it’s the scars or the extra inch that needs to relocate from point A to point B. From time to time I have made the mistake of listening to them and internalizing what they say, let’s just say that those days I have not left the house.

Over the years, I have had to learn that beauty cannot be measured by the lack of little hills on my face. Of course, I do feel prettier without them, however, I have learned to rise above, and search for true beauty that is bigger and prettier than the beauty measured by acne. Beauty that is affirmed by someone other than the voices in my head. Lord knows I have heard and had enough of them.

True Beauty

A few days ago, I stumbled upon this quote that best summarizes my quest.


It was such a breath of fresh air.

The truth is:-

A mirror made by a man is not the best tool to measure our beauty. It will only see the clay on the outside and miss out on the treasure on the inside.

2 Corinthians 4:7 (NIV)

But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us.

The treasure and beauty both come from God. Without Him you cannot find and fully exploit them.

The days I don’t feel pretty because of an acne flare; a misplaced inch or two; postpartum shedding or whatever else my eyes choose to dwell on, I remind myself that there is much more to beauty than meets the eye. Also, the voices in my head need to retire, forever.





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