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Perfectly imperfect

I bite my nails. My ears stick out. My knees are always hairy.

I have big feet. My belly button is abnormally high. Just thinking of a squat makes my quads grow in size.

For years I’ve struggled with these imperfections. I’ve tried to live with them. I’ve tried to correct them. I’ve tried to alter them.

Polish to deter the biting. Hair down to cover the ears. Knicks and bleeding to try to get the hairs.

Shoes that make my feet look smaller. Hiding my belly button altogether. Avoiding squats. Period.

I am imperfect. Oh so imperfect.

But I am perfectly imperfect. That’s right. Perfectly imperfect. Perfectly flawed.

And now I embrace it. Or at least I make a conscious effort to.

Why? Because I am His. Because I was created in His image.

Genesis 1:27 states, “So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.”

Let that sink in. Made in His image.

The creator of the Universe made you in His likeness. The Perfect One made you in His reflection.

He created every part of you intentionally. There is no mistake about you. You are a masterpiece.

Sweet friend, may you be reminded today that you are perfectly imperfect. You are beautiful just the way you are, flaws and all. I pray for your healing from the hurtful, criticizing, and shaming words spoken to you by others. I pray for your healing from the hurtful, criticizing, shaming words you may speak to yourself. Friend, you are a masterpiece. Yes, you. You may not believe it, but Jesus does. I pray you come to know your worth in Him. I pray you see yourself as He sees you. I pray you live life fully loved— loved by Him and loved by yourself. Completely. Totally. Unconditionally. Perfectly imperfect.

Pieces of Jessika ©


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