“I am ugly, I am ugly.” I hated myself. I looked in the mirror and I hated myself.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall who is the fairest of all? Not you my dear, not you my dear.” That was what the mirror replied back at me. “You need to have long blond hair and fair, clear skin, long finger nails, and tattoos on your skin, a womanly figure and very flat belly.”
So I braided my hair, bleached my skin, put on long finger nails and had some tattoos done, I starved myself. I was skinny, I did just what that mirror said.
I went back to that mirror and what did I see? An ugly looking person staring back at me. My hair was so tight and falling out, my skin turned red filled with sores, my nails were hurting, tender with pain, and my body was thin and out of shape.
I ran quickly to my mother for help. “What have you done with your pretty self?” That was what my mother shouted at me, “For nine long months! 40 weeks! 274 days! I carried you. God pushed up my heart and lungs to make room for you and told all my cells to take care of you. He gave me this Bible to give to you.”
I looked in the Bible and what did I see? Psalm 139:13-16 staring at me.
It said, “For You created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother’s womb. I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from You when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the Earth. Your eyes saw my unformed body; all the days ordained for me were written in Your book before one of them came to be.”
I am pretty, I am pretty, I love myself. I looked in the Bible and I love myself.
This article was written by Calisha Barnett.