Beauty

Voice Reader

I spent years

Hating my body,

Hiding its curves

To align with conservative modesty.

And all that time

I spent starving and hating my shape

Was a waste.

God created this body in all her beauty

And all of her imperfections.

So I vow to love her,

To clothe her with care

And to never again be ashamed of her.

As I look in the mirror

I see a resilient warrior, a child of the King,

I see beauty that He made within the frame.

And I understand

Maybe modesty isn't hiding my body

It's celebrating her

And displaying her with class.

Confidence makes her beautiful.

And attitude makes her name

A pleasure or a pain.

So I'll walk with confidence in who I was made to be,

And I understand now

Modesty isn't confined to a two piece

Modesty isn't skirts and dresses that fall below the knee.

It's an outward display

Of an inward truth.

For we are His workmanship,

Each of us a beautiful masterpiece.