Once upon a time there was a little doll. She loved to dress up and pretend she was a princess. She loved to sing and dance and just be who she was. But soon she started to see things that got her very confused.
She saw dolls on tv, she saw dolls in magazines, she saw dolls in adds that said, "I'm the doll next door, just like you", but there was one major problem... She didn't look anything like these dolls. Her teeth weren't straight, her hair wouldn't go, she was bigger, she was darker, and so many more things were just wrong. She sat and stared. "Why am I so wrong?" was all she thought.
She cried at night when no one was watching. She knew she was so wrong but she didn't know how to fix it. Soon she saw adds that said, "Look like this!". She grabbed at them and couldn't wait to see what it said. She tried everything; fad diets, workouts, hair products, retainers, makeup, and everything else.
But none of it worked. Not a single bit. And now she knew she was even more wrong because people didn't treat her the way they treated those girls on the tv shows. Guys didn't want to date her and the ones who did, didn't really love her. She was just forever doomed to be wrong.
She stopped eating. She thought that maybe if she didn't eat she could be the same size as those girls. And when she would break down and eat she would feel SO guilty. She knew she was forever doomed to be wrong. She would punish herself. She started bruising herself and cutting herself, just so that it would leave tiny scars; reminding herself and everyone else just how wrong she was.
Eventually she realized that she would never be right. No one was goign to ever love her like they loved those dollls on TV. She began to think, "Why should I even live if I am that wrong?"
This is not only my story but the story of so many girls I have met and so many more that I haven't. Thankfully my story has a happy ending.
As the little doll was thinking this her father entered the room. "Darling," he said. "Why are you crying?" The little doll didn't know what to do. She was too ashamed to even be in her father's presense. He deserved something perfect, something that she wasn't. Her father picked her up and held her in his arms. "I made you" He whispered. "I love you. You are so beautiful in my sight." The little doll just cried harder. "But I'm broken." she cried.
The Father just chuckled. "You arn't broken." He said. "I made you that way. I made you beautiful." The Father pulled out a photograph of a little doll in a bright pink dress swirling around in the sun. This little doll wasn't perfect but she was happy and she looked more beautiful than anything the little doll had seen. "Who is this little doll?" She asked. "Why isn't she the one on tv?" "That little doll," The father replied. "Is you."
The little dolls eyes welled up with tears. This is you before you tried to be who you weren't. This is who I created. This is you when you were happy. This is how I created you.
God created you just the way you are and loves you just the way you are. It took me a long time, and a destructive path to figure that one out. And I still battle it to this day. But God made you BEAUTIFUL! No matter what.
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