Talking to yourself in the mirror

God, gratitude, women

Women, have you noticed that there seems to be a constant tug-of-war going on in our minds with our body images?


I don’t know about you, but in my mind, the fighting’s not fair. Most of the women that I know are not ugly, horribly fat and unkempt. Yet to hear them talk about themselves, that’s exactly what you’d think they were. If we were half as hard on other people as we were on ourselves, we wouldn’t have any friends!

What about you? Are you friends with the reflection in the mirror? Do you look at her and point out all of her faults and criticize her?


Nobody wants to befriend someone like that. Would you? I wouldn’t. Why do we treat our own body that way….I have been wondering. We are only entrusted with one body for this lifetime. We can be kind to ourselves and our inner talk as well as outer talk, or we can put ourselves down and constantly point out faults before anyone else does. Either way, we will believe ourselves, and we all know that is miserable.

I have been doing a strange but healing practice for myself lately that I think any female can benefit from. When I’m getting dressed, instead of pointing out my own faults, I thank God for my strong legs that can walk and take me places. I thank Him that I am mobile and can do the work that I need to that day. I then thank Him for my arms, then my torso. You get the idea! I practice the same with my face. It’s a little harder when I get to the wrinkles, but I can thank Him for the smile lines because I laugh a lot.


How different would we feel if we spoke to and cared for our bodies and ourselves the way we do our best friends? Think about it! Maybe you’ll try talking to yourself in the mirror. 🙂

Charm is deceitful


I thought I had finally found the facial product. I bought a sampler pack of a new “anti-aging” skincare line today. (Who named it “anti-aging”?  Isn’t that a misnomer?) I didn’t have really high hopes, but when I followed directions and applied products, I was pretty sure that the parentheses next to my mouth were almost erased immediately. I was excited!!! Then I put on my glasses and was disappointed to see that they were still there. I guess I’ll give it another try and see what happens, maybe in 4-6 weeks I’ll look different. Or maybe not!

My constant attempts to look younger has gotten me thinking. I’ve come to the conclusion that I can keep chasing after youth, or trying to run from age, but it’s inevitable. The proverb below kept coming to mind, so I decided to investigate a little. I looked up the Hebrew meanings of the words because  I was so curious about it! Here ya go:

Charm (to find favor in the eyes of someone) is deceitful (lie, deception, disappointment, falsehood), and beauty (splendor, brightness, gracefulness) is vain (breath, vapor),
but a woman who fears (fears and reverences) the LORD (Jehovah, the existing One)  is to be praised (to shine, figuratively of God’s favor).

Do you ever wonder why it seems that we’re always dreading looking older? Yet Proverbs tells us that “Gray hair is a crown of splendor.” My crown of splendor is covered by L’Oreal! It’s inevitable we are going to age, we are aging even as I type this. Herschel and I often laugh at ourselves when we see someone after several years, because if one of us remarks that they look older, we remind each other: so do you!

Above in Proverbs 31:30, written thousands of years ago, God is reminding us: Outward beauty is a breath away from disappearing. This became extra real to me lately, because I have a red and  swollen nose due to an abscess inside my nostril, so it looks bad, right smack in the middle of my faceWeird, huh? But as I would apply extra makeup trying to cover it, without success, I realized just how fleeting and unimportant outer beauty really is. Would my friends love me less if I have an oversized red nose? I doubt it. Will it impact the quality or depth of my relationships? Only if I let it.

I guess I don’t mind aging so much in a lot of ways. I’m more confident and comfortable in my own skin. The problem comes with the deadly trap of comparison. When I begin comparing myself to other women, I usually fall significantly short. It’s a trap I’d like to avoid more often, and just enjoy who I am, and remember that the only lasting beauty I will have is the unfading beauty that comes from fearing God.