While sitting at her vanity, she stops and glances at herself in the mirror.
She looks closely, then looks away quickly.
Her face is too fat.
The bags under her eyes look horrid.
Her skin is terrible.
Her nose too bumpy.
Her stomach too scared.
She wonders how others can even look at her.
In the midst of listing her faults, she hears a familiar small whisper.
I’m captivated by your beauty (Psalm 45:11)
She looks again at herself.