Fearfully and Wonderfully made.

So I posted a photo on Instagram. I found it to be quite controversial, at least in my own mind.

I found myself to be beautiful and for me to be shocked about the fact that I couldn't say that about myself easier is quite bizarre -don't ya think?
Im staring at my nails. Bright red. Vixen like. And inside I smile for a moment but then my smile turns into a look of deep in thought. Where a battle is happening within me for the right to think that about myself. Am I basing it off of societies standards or my own. Will someone think my nails are too bright of a red and call me slutty or something? My thoughts go deeper.
I know the truth about myself so why should I care. Thats the problem. Right there. I care. I care too deeply, and I care so much.--Some would call my care: love. I love too deeply, I love too hard...

I was told All my life to live like Jesus would. So why does it shock me that I would love like he did, would, and does love to this day.
As I tap the keys on my computer my mind is becoming happy. This happening because once again God made his presence to me well known in a lesson he guided me to.

He is telling me to absolutely think I am beautiful. Because he made me.
He is telling me that I am doing a good job of trying to stay close to him, and trying to grow my relationship within him.
He is telling me that I am loved.

People will and do look at me like I am crazy when I say I know Gods voice, I can literally hear it.
I am sitting in a relaxed position, the TV is off, my phone is blowing up but I refuse to look at it right now. The window is open next to me and a cool breeze blows in knocking my shades. The smell of wet grass is lingering in the air after this glorious rain we just had. Everything is amazing. Right here right now. I could live in this moment.
God is showing me that I am to love just as he loves. Which is everybody. No matter your PAST, or your PRESENT or your FUTURE. He LOVES YOU. You are fearfully and wonderfully made. (Psalm 139:14) see that YOU ARE WONDERFUL. You. Yes you. The person reading this. You are darn Wonderful!
And guess what I love you. I don't even know you as well as God knows you (and he knows you're wonderful too) but I still love you.
So to end my thought. I am beautiful. And so are you. Make-up no Make-up, Fit or Un-fit, tattooed or not, Long hair, short hair. We are all beautiful. Because I am Fearfully (Awesomely) and Wonderfully made.