I want to be sensitive when discussing this topic for two reasons. One, I understand that there are people who truly need plastic surgery and two; I understand that there are people who truly think they need plastic surgery. The other day I was watching Joyce Meyer on You Tube, who I have always looked up to, but I noticed she was looking very strange. Years ago I remember her publicly saying that when she asked the Lord if she should get a face-life, He responded, “It’s your face.” I struggle to believe God said that, but I don’t think plastic surgery is sinful in itself. What I do find sad is that Joyce Meyer actually looks different from her natural self. As most “gray area” issues, I believe it comes down to the heart and only God can judge the heart.
This post is not at all meant to be judgmental of those who have gotten plastic surgery. But rather, it is to challenge our cultures definition of true beauty, make sure we are not submitting to our insecurities, and to discuss how our actions may be affecting our little girls. To be honest, there are certain things about myself I would love to have the means to change, but is this because my perspective is off due to my own personal insecurities, peer rejections, and cultural preferences?
I have always had a very round face. Even when I was 120 lbs., I had a bit of a double chin when I tilted my head certain ways. It runs it my family, but I grew up in a culture that praises women who have chiseled jaw lines. To make matters worse; when I was in high school, a boy who didn’t like me got his hands on a picture of me that I had a double chin in, made photo copies of it, and passed it out in the school cafeteria. It humiliated me and wounded my sensitive heart. I truly don’t think I would have ever had a problem with my face shape if peers and culture had not told me my face shape was not preferable.
I was born into a family of apple-shaped women, which means we were blessed with skinny little legs, but a bit of a belly. I remember when I was about 12-years-old, wresting around with one of my friend’s sisters who was a very mean child. She grabbed the very little chub I had and commented about my fat stomach. It wounded my little heart and culture further deepened the wound with its ridiculous “Barbie Doll” standards.
I buried these wounds deep within my psyche and they became part of me. My whole life, I never felt thin enough. Even when I was a size 4, I thought I was chubby. I know I am not alone in this. My friends and I take 100 pictures of ourselves before we can all agree on one and typically we are still not pleased but too embarrassed to ask someone to take more pictures. I fear us American women have given in to our deepest insecurities, social rejections, and cultural preferences and have forgotten who we are. Perhaps the saddest part of it all is that we are subconsciously teaching our little girls to be exactly the same way.
Ladies, could it be that we are having a severe identity crisis here in the United States? Why are medium size ladies getting tummy tucks? Why are we unsatisfied with the natural size of our boobs, hips, lips, noses and butts? Why do we have to be the prettiest and thinnest one in the picture? Why can’t we leave our house without make-up on? Why are we obsessively dieting and exercising to lose 1 pound? Why do older women feel ugly because they have wrinkles? Why do we hate ourselves so much? Where is this coming from and how do we stop it before it gets even more out of control than it already is?
Thank God for plastic surgeons who fix severe cases, but I believe God is calling us to find our identity and security in Him! While us girls all love to feel pretty, our appearance is such a small aspect of who we are. Why not focus on the things we love about ourselves and find the good in what we don’t love about ourselves. I may have a round face, but as I get older, that chub in my face makes me look 10 years younger than my peers! I may have a chubby stomach, but at least I can afford to eat really good food! I am not at all promoting eating junk and being inactive, but I am saying that it is time to get over our insecurities and start to focus on who we were born to be.
If you are a Christian, you are a daughter of the King! You were born royal and this means you have a job to do. We must first and foremost find our identity in Christ and who He says we are. Then we can find our identity in our strengths that have nothing to do with our appearance. What are you good at besides looking pretty? Why do people who truly know you like you? Are you funny? Are you smart? Are you gracious? Are you responsible? Are you talented? Are you cool? Are you kind? What is it about you that makes you fabulous? Let’s give our little girls a true example of a woman who finds her security and identity in things of substance and meaning. Only then can we truly start to feel free!
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