It’s said beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but when you look in the mirror, what image do you see. Is it the one fashioned by the One who molded her or the warped reflection fashioned by society? ~ BrotherWord
It is amazing how the image we have for ourselves is predicated on everything besides what is relevant or real. The world we live in now force feeds unrealistic values on what is deemed beautiful or attractive and unfortunately, many people accept this as their truth. Beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder and the first image of beauty should be the person you see in the mirror. How you see yourself outweighs any image defining pressures that come with the outside world.
A happy and honest inventory of one’s self prevents false ideology and low self-esteem and is the beginning of being comfortable in your skin. Do not like anyone define who you are or cause you tho think less of yourself. How you see yourself is more important that others do because they are speaking from a limited perspective as opposed to the one person who knows you best – YOU!
#Dove gave people an opportunity to choose how they say themselves. The results are astonishing! The fact that so many labeled themselves average is a testament to how we see ourselves and is definitely not the image in which God designed us. Psalm 139:14 reads, “I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well.” We are the wonderful works that are referred to in this scripture, fearfully and wonderfully made in God’s image. There is nothing average about that!
Watch the clip and let #BrotherWord know what you think. Are you average or something greater? How do you see yourself and what image do you portray to those around you. Leave your comments here or @BrotherWord of facebook, twitter, or instagram with the hashtag #BetterThanAverage.
Endymion by John Keats
A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
