Self-worth: I Like That About Me

i like that about me

Why is it that despite all of the amazing things that we do with our lives, do with our minds and do with our bodies, we still doubt our self-worth? This is not really a tip post as much as it is a “I know how you feel” post.  We all have struggled with self-worth.  Please read on… I think you will relate.

For so many years, my self-worth was wrapped up, and warped up in how my body looked.  My value was in how perfect my body was (which it never was).  Despite the thousands of miles, trials, and smiles,  if it didn’t look like it was showroom new all the time, I felt like a failure. When it didn’t meet those ridiculous measures, my self-worth was in the tank.

Then, one day, something clicked.  I don’t know if it was an event that happened or a word that was said. More likely, it was God smacking me upside the head and saying “Don’t deny your self-worth because I made you! I don’t make mistakes, seconds, or outlet brands. I make what is used for my purposes… therefore woman… own your self-worth!”

Out of those moments, came this writing about self-worth:

I Like That About Me

My temples catch the light on glimmering gray,

But I like that about me.

My skin is no longer bronzed, taut and even,

But I like that about me.

My hands are calloused and my fingers are crooked,

But I like that about me.

My muscles are covered with fleshy softness,

But I like that about me.

My joints feel worked and sometimes ache,

But I like that about me.

My feet grow weary and weathered,

But I like that about me.

My movement is not as agile and swift,

But I like that about me.

My heart has broken into a million pieces- a thousand times,

But I like that about me.

My mind takes a bit longer to process things,

But I like that about me.

My eyes have seen the beauty of the world, squinted with the shine of the sun and crinkled in laughter.

And I like that about me.

The sun catches my locks, but reminds me that the silver on each strand is equal to the lining of the clouds that once seemed so dark.

And I like that about me.

Freckled and mottled, my skin has known the warmth of the sunshine, been stretched with the growing of babies, and chaffed but healed with the bumps of life.

And I like that about me.

These hands are no longer young, smooth and straight, but they have worked hard, are capable and creative, and have nurtured tenderly.

And I like that about me.

My body is no longer taut on the surface, but underneath lie muscles that have carried babies, moved households and carried the weight of the world.

And I like that about me.

Joints creek and moan, but they have climbed hills and mountains, and traveled hundreds of miles.

And I like that about me.

My feet are often weary, but they have stood strong and firm, run the race, and carried me across the finish line more times than can be counted.

And I like that about me.

Movement is slower these days, but I move with intentionality, with purpose and with commitment.

And I like that about me.

My broken heart has mended its million pieces a thousand times, each time bringing me greater understanding, compassion, and empathy.

And I like that about me.

My wit and response may be slower, but it is because I have absorbed more, gained wisdom, and learned to pause and think before acting and responding. 

And I like that about me.

Each line, ache, mark, break, and pause….each perceived imperfection is testament to the perfection of me; a carve in the clay of  great sculpture, a fine patina on the finest copper, or a light catching facet on a brilliant diamond.

I like that about me.

My faith tells me that I have value.  It reminds me that I should own my self-worth because I am the handiwork of my Maker. When I backslide into my pitty-party about my self-worth, I remember what my faith has to say about it…

Pslam 139: 13-14

13 You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body
    and knit me together in my mother’s womb.
14 Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex!
    Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. 

WOMAN! Regardless of your faith narrative… YOU HAVE INCREDIBLE VALUE! You have done and will do amazing things.  Own it!  RESPECT AND EMBRACE YOUR SELF-WORTH!

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