My slender but curvy legs used to be one of my favorite assets. I admit it – I was proud of my legs.
Now, my legs are covered with varicose and spider veins and scars from moles I’ve had removed. And they haven’t seen sun (for good reason) in years. My legs are no longer something I want to flaunt, and I have to admit that I’ve had similar thoughts as Kimberly from A Planting of the Lord mentioned in her post on our sister site, 5 Minutes for Faith, this past week.
How often have you asked the same question?
I should have been happy as I rode in the passenger seat of my minivan. Beautiful day passing by outside my window. Handsome husband chatting it up beside me. Three little girls riding peacefully behind me. An all around lovely day.
And yet, I was anything but happy. My problem? I had the image of a model from the cover of a magazine stuck in my head- seemingly perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect legs. Although I am well aware so many of those pictures are airbrushed, discouragement still set in.
“Lord, would it have hurt to make me a bit more attractive?”