Modesty

I have been thinking about modesty recently. I have been reading a bunch of books on it, and I have decided to try to become more modest. I am really excited about it! The other day Marissa and I went through our closet and picked out all the immodest clothing we had and put it in a big plastic bag. We are going to give all that clothing away. I have wanted to do that for awhile, and I'm glad we finally found time to do so. I think modesty is a big issue in our culture today, and I want to become a positive role model to those around me. Like my little sister Joelle. I want her to look up to me and want to become like me for who I am in a good wholesome way, not because of how I look.

And I want women to be modest in their appearance. They should wear decent and appropriate clothing and not draw attention to themselves by the way they fix their hair or by wearing gold or pearls or expensive clothes.

1 Timothy 2:9 (New Living Translation)

my self image

My self image. Wow. This is going to be a hard subject.

I started having a bad self image a couple months ago, I would weigh myself daily and beat myself up in my mind if I didn't meet my standerds. I became a introvert , because I was worried that if people noticed me, they would think that I was fat, ugly, or weird. I didn't think that anyone outside of my family would ever love me. Last month I considered becoming a bulimic, and I told one of my friends. That friend was encouraging and told me not to punish my body, and that if I wanted to look different then I should try to be more healthy. I considered it, and started to watch what I ate and exercise. I started to feel happier and energetic. But then I started to feel down again. That's when I decieded to look to Jesus, and give up my wants. Jesus has healed me. I am fearfully and wonderfully made. I love myself now, and it has made me love others even more then I could ever think I could love. And most of all, I love my Jesus

Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother's womb. I thank you, High God—you're breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I'd even lived one day.

Psalm 139:14