Dear daughter, 

I know your thoughts. When you stand in the mirror and complain in your mind about how your "hair is too thin", your "thighs are too large", and that your "nose is weirdly shaped"- I hear it. I know your thoughts on your stomach and your pimples that seem to only get worse when it is your time of the month. I heard you complain about wanting a bigger butt and a smaller waist. I see you stalk random people on social media who look like you wish you did. I hear you compare yourself to other girls. I even heard your tears that night the boy broke your heart and you thought it was because your weren't pretty enough. 

I know you think your aren't pretty enough. But I did not create you to be enough for the world. I didn't create you even for this world. I created you for something bigger than getting 100 likes on your selfie. I create you to be in relationship with me, your Father. I created you to find joy in your purpose, not how you look on Friday night. 

I designed you. Every part of you. Even that piece of hair that never will straighten in the corner on your head. I created your body shape, and your hair. I create you in the image of me, for a reason greater than being gawked at by guys.

Maybe someone in this world has told you that you are ugly. However my child, they are wrong. The world is wrong. The world may say that your aren't pretty enough, but I say that you are altogether beautiful. 

The truth is, you are beautiful, and created the way you are for a reason. You are my masterpiece, my greatest artwork, and my child. 

Know your worth child. Know that you may never be pretty enough for this world, but this world has no importance. You are more than "pretty enough" for me. You are created the way you are for a reason. Your purpose is your best accessory. 

You may not feel beautiful, but I promise- I hung the stars and painted the sea, and made you in the image of me, and that is beautiful. 

You are mine,

God