Today I’m sharing a guest post written by my friend Jennifer Strickland. Y’all she is the real deal. If you wrestle to believe your life would better if you just looked like a model and appeared in Glamour magazine, this dear lady can tell you the truth! I highly recommend her books because Jennifer goes deeper into the issue and exposes the beauty lie! I LOVE that! Check out her page at UR More after you read this . . .
“I don’t have a bathing suit body,” the sweet one says as she takes off her shirt on fast forward and jumps in the pool.
At the table later, she explains she has lost seven pounds by cutting carbs.
The girls are thirteen.
Standing behind the kitchen sink, I lean in.
We talk fruits, vegetables and strength training, but inside my mind battles. I really wish she didn’t need to do this, that it was okay for her to be plump, because she is the most exuberant girl in the bunch — and that’s how I define beauty.
“What are complex carbohydrates?” one of the girls asks, the one who has been bouncing in here bubbly since fifth grade. I explain the difference between broccoli and white bread.
The girl in question eats fruit for breakfast, and I wonder how long this will last. In my mind I ask why we are supposed to be proud of her dieting. Is this good or not? I wonder. Is it her genes or her jean size that we can really change? Beauty comes in all shapes and sizes, but that’s not what the magazines say.
As I wash dishes sudsy, I think and say quietly, “Bella, you are beautiful.” In truth, she is more beautiful than she knows.
I want to jump out of my skin and help her see what beauty is — and it’s not comparing her thighs to the girl sitting next to her (which they all do, by the way).
I want her to redefine beauty by her generosity; by her laughter that fills the sky; by her eyes, pools of humility. I want to redefine beauty for her … by how she looks in her Father’s eyes.
The one named Beauty who thinks she’s not: I wrote this book for her, and all the teen girls out there who need a new definition of the mirror. Who need to know their value, their identity in Christ, their purpose beyond the measuring tapes and pant sizes and screen likes and shares.
At 21, I was measured by a line of judges, and the other girl’s bathing suit body beat mine. That was the last time I felt good enough in a bikini.
While the girls with “bathing suit bodies” guzzle sweet tea and crunch potato chips, I want to make a big banner of my book’s cover and hang it over the pool for this girl. (That would be kind of cool.)
It would say, “YOU ARE MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN YOU KNOW.”
That’s why I run in the mornings and eat veggies. I do it because I decided I’m worth that, not because I’m in search for worth. And that’s all I want for our girls.
Find a teen girl, and teach her value. When we know our value — when we know who we are and whose we are, everything we do flows from that, and the imperfections melt away in the light of He who loves us perfectly.
Click on the image above to grab a summer read for a girl who might need it.
Or keep one handy at home.
You never know when you’ll look up from your kitchen counter and see her sitting at your table, about to jump in the pool and fill the sky with laughter.
Jennifer Strickland is a blessed wife, grateful mother of three, gifted speaker, and former professional model. She once appeared in Glamour and Vogue and walked the runways of Europe, but since leaving the modeling industry she has devoted her life to restoring the beauty and value of women.