You do not define me.
You do not get to control my life. You don’t have any right to dictate how I feel.
Mirror, you don’t see my heart, you only see the external shell that I show. You only see my body, you don’t see who I truly am. Honestly, I’m done with you. I am done with you telling me that my legs need to be smaller, I am done with you telling me that a roll on my stomach is gross, I am done with you slowly making me hate my body.
Mirror, you have done a lot of damage to a lot of girls. Sometimes, you tell girls that they are skinny and therefore they are perfect. Other times, you tell girls that they aren’t what society averages, so therefore they’re unacceptable. It doesn’t matter how much muscle I do or do not have; That doesn’t translate to my heart.
Let me tell you straight up that my heart is ruled by Jesus.
My heart sings for Him and He loves me way more than you ever could. Jesus died for me. I’m not going to let you slowly kill me from the inside out.
While you tell me that I don’t look like most girls, that I’m not proportional, that my legs are too short, that I have an ugly scar across my stomach, Jesus tells me that I am wonderfully made. He tells me that I am good just the way I am. He tells me that He loves me no matter what I look like. He whispers to my heart the love songs that you like to disregard.
My identity is not found in you and it will never be found in you.
I am no longer a slave to you. I am no longer a slave to your friend, the scale. I am no longer a slave to society, who tells me how I need to look.
Mirror, no matter how much I conform to what you tell me, you will never make me happy. You will never fill that hole in my heart because your puzzle piece simply doesn’t fit. Jesus is the only one that can fill that hole in my heart. Only His puzzle piece can fit. He completes the puzzle. You destroy the puzzle.
Mirror, you have no right and no authority to tell me how I should live my life.
You have no right to tell me how worthy I am. You have no right telling me anything at all, actually.
I don’t need to listen to you because Jesus’ voice is always stronger and louder than yours. His voice drowns you out.
Mirror, you do not define me. God defines me.
Mirror, I see my true reflection when you’re not here. I see who I truly am: a child of God. I see that I am worthy of love, that I am loved, and that I matter. When you’re gone, I can breathe and I’m no longer enslaved to your lies.
The moment I stopped looking to you for answers, is the moment when I found the truth.
Here’s the truth. I am not defined by how I look, but by how God made me, because He created me so uniquely and specially. He stitched me together with love and grace. He cares about me and more importantly, he cares about my heart. He cares. He loves.
You will never rule over me. You will never define me.