The dork side of me loves the X-Men movies, so yesterday my mom and I saw the latest one (which was actually a prequel to the others.) The character, Mystique, has always intrigued me and seeing her beginnings just drew me in more. She is able to change her appearance, effortlessly becoming whoever she wants to be. A part of me desperately wants to be just like her. I want my hair to be long and beautiful like Lea Michele's, my body to look like Blake Lively's, my voice to be smooth and mesmerizing like Carrie Underwood's, my personality to be strong yet inviting like my mother's, the list goes on and on. I want to take the best qualities of everyone else and try to fit them to myself. The problem is that I wasn't made to fit a mold meant for another. I know that. I've known it my entire life. That doesn't mean I won't try to fight it. Some will argue that this desire comes from society putting too much pressure on teens, especially girls, to fit a certain profile, and that may be true to some degree. I think what really fuels our passion to be change ourselves, though, is nothing more than human nature. When Adam and Eve first discovered they were naked, what did they do? Hid. They tried to change the fact that God had made their bodies without shame, because they were ashamed. The need to "fit" better isn't new. My problems with image are no different than theirs. I don't do it for others, but for myself. I'm not happy with how I look or who I am. What the kids at school have to say about it doesn't matter, they're opinions will be miles behind me in a couple of years anyway. I guess this is just another mess I've made for Christ to come in and make good out of. All I can do is let His grace enfold me again and again, because I will keep struggling with this. But I know that when I struggle, I am not alone. I have my Savior holding on to me the whole time.
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