["He calls me beautiful one" Song of Solomon 2:10

I had no idea so much was on my heart this week, but there was a pretty consistent theme.

I wasn't good enough.

Throughout the bible there are countless versus that tell us how much we are loved and how we are perfectly created in God's own image. I have many of these scriptures written on my walls, pinned on my Pinterest, captioned on my social media and doodled in my journals but clearly I wasn't taking it to heart.

All week I had been so bummed on myself because I kept comparing myself to my friends and girls I didn't even know that popped up on my social media.

Why am I not five feet tall? Why don't I have perfect, clear skin? Why don't I drive a super cool Jeep? Why am I graduating late? Why don't I have a six-pack?

Why do any of these things matter?

Me: "Why didn't you make me to be pretty like these other girls? Why did you give me hips that need a 'WIDE LOAD' sign?"

God: you needa chill because I don't make mistakes

To be honest, this post wasn't exactly inspired by my journal (those are the real goods hehe), it wasn't inspired by the sunset; it was inspired from a super long text my grandma sent me an hour ago. Her message didn't have anything to do with self love or body image but it had everything to do with God's love for us and God's grace and God's immaculate plan for each of us.

[He calls me beautiful one] Song of Solomon 2:10

I wish the next paragraph was full of self love and acceptance but honestly I havent quite mastered that yet. I know that God created me in his own image of perfection and I have gifts that other girls wish they had. I know that my soul is what makes me special. I know that these stretch marks on my hips tell a story. And I know that learning to love all of my imperfections will take time. But what I can tell you is that this whole comparing ourselves to other people has to stop.

Im graduating late because I enlisted in the Marine Corps after high school. I'm super tall because it made me better at sports. I dont drive a super nice car because I drive a cool CRV that gets me where I need to be. And guess what?

None of that really matters.

I'm a work in progress, that's for sure- but its a beautiful progress that I'm taking one day at a time.

*but stay tuned for that six pack*