I wonder if I'll ever look like those models

who make it on the magazine covers.

They look so perfect--

thin bodies, whiny haer, clear skin, manicured nails.

I look at them, and then i look at me--

I'm too...          I don't have enough...          I'm so...

But then, why do I go on and on?

You know what i look like, God.

Hey, then you know why I worry!!!

(That's kind of a joke. Is it ok if I joke with You, God?)

So, You know just how imperfect I look.

I guess You also know how bad I feel about myself sometimes.

Ever though I know that the models are only as perfect

 as professionals a computers can make them,

I find myself dwelling too much on looks

when You've told us to look on the heart.

Here's what I want to ask You, God:

Do You love me, no matter how many mistakes I make,

(I guess You've noticed that the pink streaks

in my hair are almost washed out...)

or how I look?

Even as a pray that, Lord, I know the answer.

You DO love me, unconditionally. So God,

 

Drench my imperfect body with the wonderful fragrance of your grace,

love, and mercy so my body may be a sweet-smelling sacrifice.

 

Deluge me with patience as my body grows and changes that I may not fall into any deep holes of despair or pits of abuse, where live so many youth who seem to want so much company.

 

Remind me to care for my body that I might never forget that You created it.

 

Keep working on me as I grow as a Christian that I may be

a lovely temple for Your Holy Spirit.

 

Reveal to me the beauty in myself and in others,

that I might see Your glory there.

 

Help me to remember that one day, when Jesus returns,

I will have a resurrected body--

the only time truly perfect bodies will ever exist!

 

Teach me in the meantime to model a healthy perspective

on this earthy existence.

 

I love You God.

Amen.