Mirror, mirror on the wall, I don't like my body, change it all!

"The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." - 1 Samuel 16:7
Beauty has always been an issue for me, and I think it's become more apparent now that a pesky little social networking site has become quite popular and has taken over all of my free time. I have definitely been a culprit of perusing through pictures of other beautifully stunning ladies and then comparing myself to them. It's an unhealthy almost-habit that I am trying to nip in the bud as we speak. But, needless to say, it's hard when the baby face that should have left my face ten years ago has stuck around, or the "love handles" that have loved my hips for as long as I can remember because I am short waisted have stuck around as well. And, as much as I don't want to admit to this, TLC's "Say yes to the dress" has been a constant mockery of "if they can find a husband, why can't you?".

I don't have enough fingers and toes to count all of my friends that have boyfriends, fiances, husbands, but I know that God has a plan for me. Those last six words are very hard to swallow and accept, because the more I nit-pick on myself, the more I want to change. Not to mention, the more I want to find that magic mirror that will either tell me I'm beautiful constantly or that will erase all of the flaws. But I know that in reality, there is no such thing.

I see magazines of beautiful celebrities displayed half nekkid on the covers. Now, granted, I know that about 99.9% of them are airbrushed. But when will that day come when I am finally content with my physical appearance? Or, does it even matter?
I know I'm not alone. It's sad to read on google that in 2007, a British article surveyed young women and found out that 77% of them have negative words about their appearance. That's absolutely sad and crazy at the same time.
First Samuel says that God does not look at outward appearance, He looks at my heart. He searches into the depths of my soul, and focuses on my morals, spiritual gifts, and nature. He doesn't care if I have a roll or two here or there, or if my eyebrows are completely perfect (Lord knows they are no where near that at the moment), or if my face looks similar to a pumpkin whenever I smile. He doesn't care about the bad-angled pictures that make me wish that I was a model and more aware of my "pretty" sides. He loves me regardless, and He will continue to love me unconditionally. He knows and assures me that I am beautiful - on the inside and out.

Much (beauty-filled) love,

Kelsea