“if God had given me her legs, i would be in deep trouble…”

Written by Claire Florine

My name is Claire Florine and I am a woman on a mission. A mission from God that is: Best. Mission. Ever. ...where that mission takes me is for me to write about and you to read about. I'm a currently childless wife of an extremely talented musician husband, English teacher of inner city teenagers, avid writer, blogger and reader, deep appreciator of a good cup of coffee and a complete Jesus-freak.

August 24, 2013

legs, beauty, vanity

I glance over at the girl right ahead of me in line. She’s probably 16, wearing light blue-jean cut-off short shorts and a white tank top. Her hair is blonde, highlighted and thick, hanging perfectly straight down to her shoulder blades. Her skin is perfectly tan and her long legs are shapely and smooth. She is a classic high school hottie, and even at the ripe old age of 24, I am surprised to find that I am not in the least bit jealous when looking at her.

The past 15 years of my life have been, like most women, riddled with disordered eating and exercise habits, dissatisfaction with images found in mirrors, jealous comparisons to other women, and a general body-image funk which motivated many of my actions, feelings, and insecurities. In short, I’ve had a negative body image since the age of 11, when I asked my brother (the only member of the opposite sex who I felt comfortable even asking this kind of question to) whether or not I looked “hott” in my Spring Sing dress. An awkward question to ask a brother, to be sure, but all relations aside, I was desperate to know that my image was considered desirable. That would confirm that I was lovable.

Even at age 19, I check the mirror in my peripheral, notice my “pooching” stomach or my “undefined” arms, and I immediately check the latest new workout or diet program when I get to the nearest computer. And at age 23, I started the P90X program, hoping to finally attain the body that I had wanted and worshiped for nearly all my life.

Well, God put a stop to that.

As soon as I started the program, I got sick. Then I recovered, started the program again, and I got injured. Then I started it again, this time being very careful about what kind of shoes I wore (my injury was foot-related), and God got to me me in a way much more powerful than any physical ailment. He’s convicted my soul.

He reminded me of my long battle with bulimia, and how hard I tried to attain the “perfect body” and how this ideal image was not only stealing my health, but also stealing my worship and love away from Him. He warned me that if I were to succeed in obtaining the body I thought I wanted so badly, I would be successful in creating an idol of myself. I would worship my own body. I would be turning away from Christ.

God did not give me perfectly shaped, smooth, tanned legs. He gave me odd-shaped hips and stretch marks on my runner’s thunder-thighs, rock-hard calves, farmer’s tan, kitten-scratches, backstage-stumble scars, and accidental shaving nicks. But I realize now, looking at the girl ahead of me in line, ordering her drink from the cashier, that if God had given me the “perfect body” (at least the one that I had dreamed up in my head), He would never get my entire heart, nor the glory that He wanted from me. He would never get my testimony of a recovered bulimic/anorexic who’s burden was lifted by finding Christ. He would have never gotten my faith, love, life, and identity.

Also, if God had given me my idea of the “perfect body”, my pride would shoot through the roof. I would be like the stupid and adulterous woman in Proverbs, I would be conceited and altogether dependent upon my physical attraction rather than my character in Christ. I would worship my own body and want everyone else to worship my body as well, and when my body became old and wrinkled, I would be lost and alone, feeling worthless without my youthful beauty. I would be a totally and completely foolish and Godless woman.

How scary is that?

It’s good to be reminded of how close to complete and utter depravity I am. It’s good to be reminded that I am never too far away from the sin of idolatry ruling my life.

So as I watch the beautiful young girl walk away with her drink, I step up next in line to order, “If God had given me her legs, I would be in deep trouble!”, I say to myself. And regardless of what the “perfect body” looks like in today’s culture, or what it looked like to me during these past 15 years, I trust that God gave me a body perfectly fit to be His temple and His possession. Because after all, I wasn’t created in the image of magazine pictures, Spring Sing hotties, or Barbie. I was created in the image of my Lord and Savior.

And that, my friends, is a far better body than I could create by starving myself and doing expensive workout programs.

12 Comments

  1. HisFireFly

    well said Claire!
    God knew and always knows exactly what He’s doing 🙂

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    • Claire Florine

      Thanks! I am always encouraged by that fact!

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  2. kelli woodford

    Claire, you write with remarkable lucidity. I honor your honesty in this post and deeply resonate with those same body image struggles.
    You at 24, me at 35, her at 16 – we all need to be reminded, don’t we, that our worth is not dependent on our jean size? That whether we look “hott” or not, our lovability is NEVER on the line. … I know I do, anyway.

    Thanks for being the reminder I needed today.

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    • Claire Florine

      Amen! Thank you for reading (sorry it’s taken me so long to get back to you– I needed to stop blogging for a while due to some personal reasons). I’m grateful for your feedback and I’m so humbled to know God has used this post to speak to specific individuals. I love that you said our “loveability is NEVER on the line” I needed that reminder as well!

      Reply
  3. soulstops

    Claire,
    Thank you for your honest and wise post. We can all be tempted to find our identity and love apart from Christ no matter how old we are…blessings 🙂

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    • Claire Florine

      Thank you! It is a constant struggle to live as lights in this world, but God is on our side and He loves us 🙂

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  4. SimplyDarlene

    Miss Claire,
    Every bit of this is beauty, even the convicting parts.

    Blessings.

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    • Claire Florine

      Thank you Darlene. I truly appreciate it 🙂

      Reply
  5. Barbie

    AMEN! Beautiful and I so agree. I have two daughters, one now 22 and very secure in herself. The other just 13 and struggling to “fit in”. This information is so important. Sharing!

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    • Claire Florine

      Praise God for your daughters! I will be praying for your 13 year old. It seems a lot of girls need that prayer. We were made to stand out as followers of Christ, but so often we want to blend in and, as you say, “fit in”.

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  6. Scott Boyd

    Loving our imperfect me, is loving the new creation that blooms as we trust the gospel truth that God made us wonderfully, with purpose and intent and is crazy about us and crazy in love with us!

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    • Claire Florine

      Thanks Scott! I’m encouraged by that so much– “crazy in love with us” 🙂

      Reply

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“if God had given me her legs, i would be in deep trouble…”

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