Jonny Diaz explains it perfectly in his song 'More Beautiful You'. (lyrics below). Our society today brainwashes people from the youngest of age that in order for them to be beautiful, lovable and accepted they have to have a 'perfect' body. Perfect by society standards, which has become grossly unnatural.
Society sets this 'perfect' model image up for both sexes, but predominately for women. From the youngest of age little girls feel like in order to be loved and accepted they have to 'measure up' to the 'perfect' women in magazines, movies, television. I know... it effected me. I was a victim of that pressure to be 'perfect' and that I could never measure up to the 'standard'... never be loved... even the most beautiful women in the world, by society standards, fall prey to the pressure to be 'perfect' and surprisingly do NOT feel they can measure up! Supermodels in the magazines, actresses... ask them all and they will tell you they feel the pressure and don't feel that even they are 'good enough'. It's crazy.
Problem is that society brainwashes boys and men as well thinking that the 'perfect' standard woman they created is also what they are men need to look for. It's a vicious cycle. Boys fall victim as well because they feel like they have to have big muscles and a six pack to rank.
Jonny Diaz 'More Beautiful You'
Little girl fourteen flipping through a magazine
Says she wants to look that way
But her hair isn't straight, her body isn't fake
And she's always felt overweight
Well, little girl fourteen I wish that you could see
That beauty is within your heart
And you were made with such care, your skin, your body and your hair
Are perfect just the way they are
There could never be a more beautiful you
Don't buy the lies, disguises and hoops, they make you jump through
You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do
So there could never be a more beautiful you
Little girl twenty one the things that you've already done
Anything to get ahead
And you say you've got a man but He's got another plan
Only wants what you will do instead
Well, little girl twenty one you never thought that this would come
You starve yourself to play the part
But I can promise you there's a man whose love is true
And He'll treat you like the jewel you are
There could never be a more beautiful you
[ Jonny Diaz Lyrics are found on www.songlyrics.com ]
Don't buy the lies, disguises and hoops, they make you jump through
You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do
So there could never be a more beautiful you, more beautiful you
So turn around you're not too far
To back away be who you are
To change your path go another way
It's not too late, you can be saved
If you feel depressed with past regrets
The shameful nights hope to forget
Can disappear, they can all be washed away
By the one who's strong, can right your wrongs
Can rid your fears dry, all your tears
And change the way you look at this big world
He will take your dark distorted view
And with His light, He will show you truth
And again you'll see through the eyes of a little girl
That there could never be a more beautiful you
Don't buy the lies, disguises and hoops, they make you jump through
You were made to fill a purpose that only you could do
So there could never be a more beautiful you
There could never be a more beautiful you
REALITY IS:
God made YOU just the way He wanted you...perfect in His eyes! Whether you are a man that's going bald or already bald. Or your eyes are too close together, or too far apart, or you don't have the body type you wish you had... YOU are still lovable and beautiful!
Took me years to be able to fully grasp this, what would seem to be a basic truth to being a child of God. And growing up a Christian and going to church...I never 'learned' that truth. Because despite God telling me I was lovable as His child... society had a megaphone in my ear daily telling me that I wasn't the 'perfect' model standard and therefore unlovable...
I thank God I DID have the voice of my Father in my ear that kept me from being anorexic or bulimic as a teenager, but those days and that temptation was there... had my 'experience' with diet pills and not eating... scared me to death! Do NOT ever want to relive that or have anyone else have to live that. I'm sure my mother doesn't want to either. Four days of being out cold and not being able to feel my body when I did wake was so terrifying.... all because I wanted to be the 'perfect' standard...but I also wanted to have control of my life. Society doesn't take into account the pressures they put on people. Society doesn't care.
YOU alone are worthy to be loved. You are beautiful just the way you are. Imperfect. Blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes... it doesn't matter... you hair color doesn't matter. Your height or weight does NOT matter. YOU are STILL a child of God, your creator in heaven and He made you as a lovable person.
It's what's in your HEART that matters. What's on the inside... that's what counts.
If you can relate to this and feel like you don't have the society 'perfect' body then I urge you to pray that God would reveal to you who you truly are in Him. That God would reveal to you that He made you perfect by His standards and those standards are the only ones that matter. God loves YOU for you alone. Perfect in your imperfectness... You are beautiful! You are a child of God.
(diet pills story for those wondering) - I was working at Mc D's full time (yes. 40 hrs) and going to school. I was a junior in high school (16 yrs)... I didn't want to be at my house so I worked. In doing so many hours I used diet pills to keep me going (legal 'uppers') because they have caffeine in them... that along with the roughly 6-8 diet cokes I drank a day and not eating much. So, the stage was set. One night I was off work, I was hanging out with friends from McD's that were all older than I. We had all gone to see a movie and I wasn't feeling 'right'. Light headed and in a daze. I didn't tell my friends. After the movie we went to the apartment and they wanted to play the game spoons. We played that if you lost the hand you had to do a slammer of rum and coke. (fill the shot glass with rum and then top off with cola then put your hand over the glass pick it up with the other hand and slam it down on the table hard to make the cola fiz and drink rapidly) Anyway, I told my friends I wasn't feeling good and I wasn't going to play, but... I played... not feeling well, I lost... and had to do a slammer. I only did one slammer that night. After doing the slammer within minutes I was out cold. I woke to my friends panic over the top of me and the bright ceiling light and numb. I couldn't feel my body from my neck down. I couldn't move my arms. I could barely make a word. My friends picked me up and dragged me outside to have the freezing cold air jolt my body... didn't work. I was aware of what was going on but paralyzed and unable to speak. trapped in my body, helpless as my friends tried to figure out what to do with me.
They decided to take me to my older sister's house as they all knew her as she had once worked at that McD's. They wanted to take my car (a manual that no one knew how to drive). They all knew that my mother was not sane and that I would be in HUGE trouble at my house. They loaded me into my car and somehow figured out how to drive my manual transmission to my sister's house only a couple miles down the road.
My sister seeing how out of it I was... did what she had to in order to cover herself... and called my parents... they came over (lived less than a mile from her) and the fireworks started. OMG! I was able to talk a little and feel a little at that point, but not good at all. My dad ended up carrying me to his truck and taking me home where I proceeded to sleep for four days straight. I woke and felt like I had been hit by a mac truck. Freaky to wake up discover you've slept through four days of your life.
My sister filled me in on everything that happened... I didn't remember anything at her house and only the strange sensations of my body were in my memory. Caffeine overdose...
I stopped the Dexatrim diet pills after that...
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