I look in my mirror multiple times a day. I see myself, but it’s not the same. I criticize every aspect of my body. My hair looks awful, my skin is broken out, my stomach is bloated, my legs are so skinny, I have scars all over. I look at myself and I hate what I see. I see an ugly creature looking back at me.
But what I don’t realize, is I’m beautiful. I was made by a perfect God in His image. I’...