Day 7: The Fear of Mirrors

Evil Queen on TV: Magic mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest one of all?
Little Angel: Not me.

I have no recollection of watching Snow White even though that was the first Disney VHS tape (90s kid whaddup?) our family owned. But I remember saying that back to the TV screen aloud. I was prolly five at that time.

Twenty one years later, nothing changed. That line stuck. Up to this day, I still mumble “Not me.” back to the mirror.

I had a hard time writing this. This post is actually weeks in the making. Remember that Dove ad? Yep, that started everything. I didn’t like the ad but it did spark a rather lengthy discussion with ze boyfriend about how society views beauty. It also made me realize how ugly I see myself.

That was actually painful to type.

This pretty thing never worked out for me. In a sea of petite frames, almond eyes and straight hair, frizzy top curvy tomboy me sticks out like a sore thumb. It also did not help that I grew up with a drop-dead gorgeous mom.

See what I mean?

See what I mean?

I do admit that not being pretty had its advantages. Because I can’t be the pretty girl, I decided to be the smart girl. That pushed me to excel in my studies. I drowned myself in books. I was thrilled to find Plain Janes like me in the stories I read. My heroines growing up (Jane Eyre, Jo March, Anne Shirley and eventually Hermione Granger) were everyday girls who were kickass, brilliant and capable. Their looks did not factor much in their stories. They were able to get their happy endings because they were feisty trailblazers. Besides, I know that beauty is not everything. I’d pick compassion over beauty any day.

books

I love these books. ❤

Song of Solomon 4:7 
You are altogether beautiful, my love; there is no flaw in you.

However ugly and fat I see myself to be, it does not change the fact that I am a woman created by the King of kings. I might find it hard to believe sometimes but I am a really His precious princess. He loves me. He sees my acne scars, jiggly arms, humongous feet, crooked teeth and declares my reflection beautiful. He appreciates that I love Him with all my mind and soul. He knows that my body is taking some time to catch up with the other two but He knows that it eventually will. He is amazing like that.

Someday, someday.

P.S. To the boy who processed this (and everything else) with me, thanks for putting up with my craziness. Two happy months! ❤

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