I am beautiful.
That might sound strange coming from a man. But I am a beautiful creation. Sure I have a little more fat than I’d like and less hair than I want, yet I know my beauty.
My mom always says “God don’t like ugly.” This is so true; that’s why He doesn’t make ugly things. He creates beauty. Out of the dust of the ground He created us. And He looked at humanity, after creating the cosmos and called us good… the pinnacle of His masterpiece.
Look in the mirror and what do you see? Your imperfections… Maybe that is the point. What if those extra few pounds, all those freckles, that huge nose or lumpy butt… what if God looks at those distinctive characteristics to define our beauty?
We’ve hijacked “beauty.” One is either beautiful or they have inner beauty. And rarely are they thought to indwell the same person. But what if there was no ugly, no 1-10 scales; we all were just beautiful? The writers of Cosmo and models at Playboy magazines would be out of work.
You and I are created in the likeness of the Triune God; full of complexity; distinctive in hight, weight, color, and blemish; chosen; and marked by grace. Sin corrupts, yes, but it cannot tarnish the beauty we intrinsically posses, only our perception of it. Beauty does not imply perfection, yet in Christ, God moves us to perfection. Yet perfection isn’t possible until we see ourselves as He does.
“So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them. God saw all that he had made, and it was very good. And there was evening, and there was morning—the sixth day.” – Genesis 1:27, 31
I am beautiful because God created me that way, and sees me as such. He don’t like ugly… and refuses to make anything of the sort.