I dream of imperfection, I judge the imperfect and I know in my heart this reflects my shortcomings. It takes guts to realise that how we judge

others is a reflection of how we judge ourselves. Or so I believe anyway.
I feel the pressure not o be fat, to have clear skin, to be the best you can be – always. And while I like to be healthy and while I like to look nice, I hate the way I reflect those likes sometime on others. How I reflect the expectations placed on me onto other people.
What would it be like not to expect from myslef? What would it be like not to hate myslef? What would it be like to look in th
e mirror and know that I can be beautiful and ugly at the same time? What would it be like to look at others and know that they are just as I am; created in the image of God. Perfect just as they are?
What would it be like?
What would it be like I wonder now if I didn’t feel judged and hated by my family? What would it be like if they accepted my for who I am and for who I am becoming? What would it be like for me not to bring out my anger with them? Not to judge them for how they have hurt me, perhaps then I will not feel judged myslef?
Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love. Honor one another above yourselves. Never be lacking in zeal, but keep your spiritual fervor, serving the Lord. Be joyful in hope, patient in affliction, faithful in prayer. Share with the Lord’s people who are in need. Practice hospitality. Romans 12:9-13












