We spent a day in Ghent; her, the camera and I. And as we went home and went through the pictures we took, the conversation that ensued should not be as common as it is amongst girls:
I was in awe of her gorgeous-ness, while she critiqued her every pose.
I complained about which angles made me look fat, while she raved about how beautiful I was.
It's such a shame that this is the case. We feel completely inadequate to love ourselves.
You'll probably look at these pictures and probably agree with me : she's beautiful.
You'll probably also agree with her: I'm amazing.
But our own eyes disagree.
I think I'm sick of beautiful girls who are screaming hate at themselves.
And also realizing I'm one of them.
I'm sick of looking at the mirror and shrugging, "Good enough," as I walk away.
I'm sick of seeing girls walking with their head down and the shoulders forward as if their insecurity were a weight around their necks.
I'm sick of these young women feeling like they have to fit into some impossible mold just to be worth anything or get any man's attention.
I feel helpless in the face of this beast, Insecurity.
I know the God that's bigger than him,
and I know I don't have to stoop to his level, and play his games.
I am not a captive.
But I'm not completely sure how to be free.