isn’t it interesting that when a friend complains about a part of her body, we assure her that it IS in fact perfect or skinny or flat, further supporting the idea that we all hate- that our beauty is based on our appearance?

why don’t we instead gently redirect her to the source of radiance and joy and goodness, and help her see that even if she isn’t skinny or flawless, she has a Savior in heaven that died for her and wants so badly for her to be free of slavery to the mirror?