January 2019
I realized for the first time in my life last night that I am beautiful. I never, ever believed it. But last night I happened to see a small program about a certain famous female actress. The program talked about how she was the most gorgeous woman ever. I disagreed. There have been many, many sublimely beautiful women in movies and on the earth. This particular young woman used her body to get attention and money. She thought her body was her beauty. She enjoyed displaying her body as much and as often as possible.
In a younger day, I may have wanted to hate or envy such a creature. Especially since, for some odd reason, I seemed to believe all the cruel little boys of my youth who repeatedly informed me of my ugliness, over any contrary compliment from anyone all the rest of my life.
Last night as I finished this program, instead of feeling envious in any way, I couldn’t help but feel very sad for this lost young woman. How sad of her to feel like and believe that beauty was just the meat on her bones, her skin, her flesh, her outward appearance that changes so drastically over the years of her life.
Suddenly, for the first time in my life, it occurred to me- I am beautiful. A culmination of striving to be good and kind and making right choices has made me a beautiful person. The amazing love and atonement of my Savior, Jesus Christ, has made me a beautiful person. It’s freeing in a way to finally realize this.
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