Isn't She Lovely?

Isn't she lovely? That girl in that magazine? That girl on the billboard? That girl on TV? Isn't she pretty?

Look at her face. Teeth like pearls, eyes like diamonds. Skin like porcelain, hair like silk.

Look at her body. So slender and thin. So perfect and seductive. She hypnotizes with her stare.

"What I would give to look like that," you think as you pass by. Just a thought, nonchalantly thunk.

Did you know? That little thought? It haunts you like a ghost. It spreads like a disease. Too infectious to stop.

Look in the mirror. You don't look like her. Curves and freckles. Too much here and not enough there.

Soon it's all you can think about. The little ways you might change yourself. You want to be wanted.

You want to be loved.

But the boys don't look at you. They look at her.

You run out of options, desperate to please. A low cut top might make them notice. So you flaunt.

You flirt and you come on too strong. Now you feel gross. All you wanted was to be like her.

What went wrong?

So it's back to square one. Still lonely, and it still sucks. "If only I were perfect," you think with a sigh.

You're wrong. She's not perfect. All that is so shallow and you're longing for the deep.

Life is short, and you're just a teenager. So you sit in the silence and wait.

School the next day. The world is the same. The boys are still chasing those cheerleaders.

What now? Well there's a book. It catches your eye.

It talks about God and Jesus and Love and Divine.

There's this verse. It talks about flowers and beauty and truth.

How God made you beautiful, like a lily, so there's no need to worry.

He'll love you forever. Always. You are His daughter.

A wave of relief rushes over you, and you feel like you might cry.

Isn't it lovely?

To be loved for just being you?