I hope your Bible reading, prayer time, and time with the Lord are going well for you. You can do all of these things and still struggle with other areas. These things can zap your zeal and enthusiasm or just discourage you. Most young ladies have to work through self-acceptance, or just being plain happy with the way God made you. We can spend much time worrying about things we cannot change and not doing anything about the things we can change.
For example - foot size...
What size are your feet? Mine are a size ten, yes, don't oohh or ahhh about, these are my gifts from God. When I was about ten my feet were a size ten and for a few short years they were a size eleven. When Mom said, "It's time to go shoe shopping" I would dread it and almost cry when I got to the store. Back in the old days (the 70's), size ten shoes were scarce and each time I would find a pair I liked and ask for the size the shoe man would say, "We don't carry that style in that size." Then he would bring out some ugly loafers or lace up old people shoes! I started to hate my feet. I was not thankful for them or proud of them and I definitely did not think they were beautiful.
I hope you feel great about the way God made you. I hope that you don't understand what I felt like back in 1973. It was a waste of time for me to be so upset and conscious about my foot size. I was about five foot eight inches tall when I was in the fifth grade, that was a sight too, and can you imagine a tall gal like me with a size six foot? That wouldn't work, something would definitely be awry.
Because I did not become thankful for my feet I tried to hide them. I would tuck them under my chair when I sat down or cross them under myself if I sat on the floor. I didn't like to go bowling because the bowling shoes had the size on the back, so my bowling skills still lack to this day! I remember buying a pair of shoes one size smaller because my friends were with me - tell me, there's not much difference between a nine and ten! Those shoes nearly killed me and my big toes, my poor toes suffered!
Does this sound dumb? Yes, as I look at my beautiful feet today I have to apologize to them. They are the perfect size for my body. They have carried me for forty-five years, I was slow to learn to walk. They have been my foundation and taken me places to serve the Lord. I just love them and thank God for them! I'll even treat them every so often with a salon pedicure!
Maybe you feel that way about some part of your appearance. If you can alter it by dieting, exercise, personal hygiene, or clothing style, then try. If not, work with it! God knows every part and made you that way for a specific purpose. Turn your hatred, embarrassment, or fear about the way God made you into love, gratitude, and confidence that it will turn out beautifully and is for a purpose!
Psalm 139
11 If I say, Surely the darkness shall cover me;
even the night shall be light about me.
12 Yea, the darkness hideth not from thee;
but the night shineth as the day:
the darkness and the light are both alike to thee.
13 For thou hast possessed my reins:
thou hast covered me in my mother’s womb.
14 I will praise thee; for I am fearfully and wonderfully made:
marvellous are thy works; and that my soul knoweth right well.
15 My substance was not hid from thee, when I was made in secret,
and curiously wrought in the lowest parts of the earth.
16 Thine eyes did see my substance, yet being unperfect;
and in thy book all my members were written,
which incontinuance were fashioned, when as yet there was none of them.
17 How precious also are thy thoughts unto me, O God!
how great is the sum of them!
18 If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand:
when I awake, I am still with thee.
