I'm not going to try to change your mind.

I wondered today why I always wanted to be somebody else. With that haircut and that skin and that body with those clothes. And now the blinders are lifted to be replaced by another pair. I now desire that haircut and a body that looks like that in those clothes.

But you can only do so much. And the media only has so strong a grip because it doesn't breathe or ache for meaning, for salvation. Neither does an oversized scarf or hair that looks messy enough to be by accident. But I do, and along with the earth I pine for His presence and for final rest from this constant comparison. I am in the process of reminding myself that I am set apart.