Huh? I had to go back in my room and look in the mirror. I said to myself. She's so wrong.
Then I did my devotions.
God made me. Me. Just like this. I put make up on. I do my hair. She sees the beauty in what God made without all the stuff I do to it. She doesn't care I have fine hair, a mommy tummy, bumpy skin or blonde eye lashes no one can see without mascara. She just loves what God made.
I have got to quit putting myself down and not taking her compliments well. Is she going to love herself just the way God made her? I want her too. I want her to love her fine silky hair. I want her to see her eyes and skin are perfect and not feel like she has to put make up on.
I want her to love what God made.
I need to start showing her that and instead of telling her "you're so funny Noel" when she compliments me, just say thank you and maybe just maybe take a few days off from make up and hair doing.