It’s really hard being a girl.
The clothes. The makeup. The hair. The body. The trendy Instagram. The cute room.
I feel like everywhere I turn, there’s someone doing it better.
I feel like sometimes, when I look in the mirror, when I look at my life, I am not pleased.
I feel like I have to hold to a certain standard, 24/7. A standard of: cute, trendy outfit. Of perfect makeup. Of messy (but not really messy) buns as hairstyle. (Yeah, I know you know what I mean.) Because I’m fearful of other’s reactions… of what they will think of me.
And I really don’t think I’m alone in this.
I love Jesus. I really, really do. He saved my soul. He covers me in grace. My life is His. I’m sure you do too.
But sometimes, I catch myself comparing me to other girls. “Look…
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