*not mine: just thought it was beautiful* Imagine you are an
artist. You just painted a masterpiece. You think it's perfect: Not
a single flaw. Then a critic comes up to you and tells you
everything bad about the painting. They then start painting over
the flaws- Trying to cover them up. Because they were so
frustrated, they start to tear the painting apart. You would feel
disappointed, Wouldn't You? Now. Imagine that the artist was God.
You were the masterpiece He created. He thinks you are perfect. But
you are also the critic that keeps pointing out your flaws. You put
on make-up. Trying to cover them up. But you still don't see the
beauty that He sees. You start to cut yourself because you are
frustrated. You are ruining God's work of art- Which is you. He
created you because You. Are. Perfect.