The Birth That Defines My Worth

“Looks like you’ve gained a few pounds.” The dressing room mirror taunts.

“I’m sure it’s just this dress. Maybe it’s mis-sized,” I answer it back in my head. “I’ve not been that bad.”

I shimmy my way out of the fitted dress and throw it on the bench so it knows it’s done me wrong. I didn’t really like it that much anyway.

But, then the next one won’t zip either. I re-check the size. No, that’s the right number.

I hate that they’re always changing the cuts. So frustrating.

“I doubt that’s it.” The mirror. It calls out again.

Why can’t it mind its own business?

“Who are you trying to fool? How many of those pies did you have to just taste on Thanksgiving? And, what about your secret rummaging through the kids’ trick-or-treat buckets? Then there’s the smorgasbord of Costco samples you tasted earlier this afternoon. Need I go on?”

Stop! No. I’ve heard enough.

Maybe the mirror was right. I’d obviously picked the wrong day to try on clothes.

The next morning, I seek the scale’s verdict. Would it agree with the mean dressing room mirror or would it abdicate me of any over-eating charges? I empty my bladder and remove all heavy clothing and jewelry so as not to skew the results.

Eight pounds. Sigh.

What? Eight pounds? How did that happen? And the Christmas parties, candy, cookie making . . .it’s only just begun! There’s no excuse for gluttony, but there’s also grace for seasons of celebration. How can a woman who enjoys the holiday season not obsess over every calorie for fear of gaining weight? Is it possible to keep a healthy body image through December?

The answer just may be hidden in a Christmas carol.

‘Til He Appeared

I won’t fa la la la la around the issue. Christmas is not the most wonderful time of the year for my body image. I puff up faster than my neighbor’s inflatable Frosty the Snowman. The seams of my clothing strain like the toes of my children’s over-filled stockings.

But, today as I blare the Christmas music, a song I’ve heard and sung hundreds of times catches my attention.

‘Til he appeared and the soul felt its worth.

On the cold December days and nights when the dressing room mirror tells me I’m not good enough and the scales tell me I’m not what I should be, my soul can still feel worthy. Christmas frees me from needing their approval.

Because he appeared.

I don’t need to seek to find value in my appearance.

Because he appeared.

I don’t have to strive to match my culture’s standard of beauty.

Because he appeared.

I am truly free to enjoy the holiday season.

Only Jesus’ birth defines my worth.

“Oh Holy Night”

Oh holy night!
The stars are brightly shining
It is the night of the dear Savior’s birth.
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
Till he appear’d and the soul felt its worth.
A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices
For yonder breaks a new and glorious morn. . .

 

2 Comments
  • Rhonda
    December 20, 2017

    You are so right, I have to stay focused on the meaning of Christmas or the voices in my head tell me to worry about not getting enough done, having time to exercise, having my outfit ready on Christmas eve that I feel good in, not having enough for my family under the tree, comparing to others what they have done, who am I forgetting….The devil is so subtle that we don’t even realize how he is taking away our blessings as we focus on the world. I am embracing anything that gives me anxiety during the season and loving it (if that makes sense) and giving it to the Lord so I can keep very focused on the true reason. Thanks for the reminder, and Have a Merry Christmas.

    • Heather Creekmore
      December 24, 2017

      Merry Christmas to you too, Rhonda! Breathe in the peace . . .don’t let the devil steal it!

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