" You can't be connnected with God until you're at peace with who you are.  If you're still upset that God gave you this body or this life, or this family or theses circumstances, you will never  be able to connect with God in a healthy, thriving, sustainable sort of way.  you'll be at odds with your maker.  And if you can't come to terms with who you are and the life you've been given, you'll never be able to acceot others and how they  were made and the lives they've been given.  And until you're at peace with God and those around you, you will continue to struggle with your role on the planet, your part to play in the ongoing creation of the universe.  You will continue to struggle and resist and fail to connect"

Sex God by Rob Bell

cinderella

Here is a couple pages of a book called 'Do you think i'm beautiful' by Angela Thomas.  I know its kind of long, but if you are a girl, you should definately read it, and if you are a guy, then you should take the time to read this to understand that a lot of women feel this way.

Oh, I want to be Cinderella, I want to be the most beautiful woman at the ball, but i've never been bold enough to think of myself as her.  Maybe the lessons of junior high linger.  Maybe i've been conditioned by my environment.  maybe im just a coward.  whichever it is, when you grow up longing to be beautiful but knowing that you are not, it feels like there could never be a glass slipper that would fit. 
    Most of us took different paths but arrived at the same conclusion: Cinderella is someone else.  there is a little girl inside me who secretly aches for a fairy godmother to magically bumble her way into my life, wave her wand, and make me into the princess i have always longed to be.  Make me beautiful.  make me captivating.  make someone notice.
    but life is not a fairy tale.  magic wands are only for pretending.  cinderella shoes are mass-produced by the millions for the timy feet of little girls who still believe prince charming will ask them to dance.  grown-up women wear sensible shoes, put their ball gowns in storage, and teach themselves to believe that being asked to dance isn't all that impotant anyway.
    sensible women like you and me survey life and figure out how to make the journey with the least possile heartache.  we insulate ourselves for mazimum protection in the event of a fall.  we isolate ourselves from risk to gaurd against failure.  and above everything, we bind up the precious gifts of longing and desire and banish them to a faraway land.  we've stopped dressing up or anticipating the ball, deciding it's better to stay home than to hope again and be disappointed
    i am realizing that i've spent most of my life trying to deny the way God made me.  afraid to be strong for fear of being prideful.  afraid not to please for fear of being rejected.  afraid to ask the questions from my soul for fear they'd never find answers.  so afraid that one wrong  step would ruin everything.  afraid to say out loud what my heart longs for... afraid that longings are sin and God wouldn't understand.  afraid to admit that i am a woman who longs to be desired, longs to be rescued, and longs to be called beautiful.
    and so i have spent way too many years standing around the edge of my life trying to convince myself that i do not want to be cinderella. pretending that i really didn't come to dance. i have concocted a few lies to make life hurt less and then forced myself to live them.  besides, glass slippers probably pinch your toes.