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Coming to Terms with Self Image

I have my days. I'll wake up with 6 new zits on my face, the most insane bed head you've ever seen, can't find a darn thing to wear in my closet that is full of clothes, and then it takes me a good 45 minutes to come to terms with the fact that there is more to beauty than looking good every single day. I was born a lady and I will forever be grateful for that (I would never want to be a guy, gross). Though I love being a lady there are days where I wish I didn't have to shave my legs, put on makeup, straighten my hair, or even put on heels. Because I am a girl I often times suffer from self-esteem issues or lack of self-esteem at all. I have felt ugly before and I have felt like dirt before. Isn't it sad that in a world where we are either male or female someone can make us feel inferior, including ourselves? I saw this picture (see below) on Pinterest the other day and it really made me think about the way we all view our self image.

On Monday, a few roommates and I decided to dress up and go around Provo and take pictures. I had been having a pretty crummy morning and this opportunity to feel good about myself was much needed. Here are a few of my favorites: 








I am not conceded nor do I think I am prettier than anyone else. I post these pictures for myself and to share my thoughts on coming to terms with my self-image. I realized that I am a daughter of my Heavenly Father and that I was created for a glorious purpose of which I don't know what it is. I was created in His image. I was CREATED in HIS image. How selfish of me to be brought down by a bad hair day when I was created by my Heavenly Father. A Heavenly Father who loves me and who blesses my life on a daily basis. Often times we can get so caught up by the way we think others will see us that we forget how our Heavenly Father sees us. We are not perfect human beings. We don't have perfect bodies, perfect hair, perfect makeup, or perfect clothes. We may think others are perfect but they aren't. We only think they are. The world has created this image of what ladies should look like and their perceptions are wrong! There's so much more to each person than a magazine can define. Find your beauty. Find your confidence. Find yourself. Most of all, know that you are loved. 

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