Insecure Rut

I despise height jokes.  It makes me wonder why people want to tease about something an individual has no control over.  I didn't eat my way into petite stature.  I didn't drink myself into this state.  I was born this way.  Then again, maybe I need to be more humorous and my height is a huge insecurity that I need to get over. 

I used to date a 6' 1" basketball player whose standard of beauty was a 5' 10" model.  Before he came into my life, I thought I was fairly pretty.  After him, I stupidly decided that beauty lies in the height.  How beautiful could a 5' 1" female be?  Every so often I get stuck in this rut where I feel unattractive because I don't fit into the model criteria.  And then I snap out of it.  I need to STOP taking ownership of this insecurity.   

I look at my daughters, already petite in height but astoundingly beautiful, remarkably charming, and surpassing in intelligence.  All I see is beauty written over them.  I never want my children to doubt how wonderful they are because the world says America's Next Top Model is 5' 10" and above.  So why do I doubt how wonderfully made I am?  If I doubt myself in this manner, I'm choosing to take away from one of God's designs.  He is the Artist.  I try to live my life in sincere appreciation of all He's done, all He does, and all He's doing.  That means I need to appreciate what He's done, does, and is doing in me.  Height included. 

1985.

2011.