This past weekend my boyfriend and I went for a hike at the Will Rogers State Park. Spring had just done its magic. The mountains were covered with colorful, nameless wild flowers. Some yellow, some white, some purple…
They lacked the striking glory of a yucca flower, the sensuality of roses, or the magnificence of stargazer lilies. But when I beheld them up close, I couldn’t help but notice that each had a unique beauty, an absolute perfectness all its own.
Their beauty was so overwhelming that, just for a moment, my judgmental mind stopped…
I wasn’t able to say one flower was more beautiful than another, or even if I preferred one over another.
They were all perfect, in an absolute sense.
I couldn’t help but wonder why this is not so when it comes to human beings. We surely have no problem judging others, and ourselves – often too readily and easily.
So when I got home, I stood naked in front of a mirror and checked myself out.
Naturally, I noticed the unflattering qualities first:
1. Puffy bags under my sleepy eyes.
2. Crow’s feet marking new territories.
3. A touch of gray mingling in my dark hair.
4. The inevitable losing battle between my breasts and gravity.
5. The evidence of abundance around my belly.
6. My dad’s legs.
If I didn’t stop, this list could’ve gone on and on. Then I thought about those small, humble, quiet, unassuming, undemanding wild flowers, blooming in complete beauty and perfection, and realized…
I am perfect, am I not?
There is no one else like me. So why should I compare myself with some arbitrary, culturally defined standard of human perfection.
I took another scan of myself and this time I saw a glorious beauty beaming at me. So I tore up the list, tossed it away, and decided to accept the perfect body God has given me, just the way it is.
You’re beautiful and perfect too. Believe it. Take off your clothes, stand in front of a mirror and have a real good look at yourself…
What do you see?