I don’t like the word ugly. Actually there are a few words I don’t like, dork, bored, ugly, I don’t care, hate and using the Lords name in vain, are just a few of the words I don’t care to hear.
Back to the girl. . .think of it like this what if somewhere, sometime, someone you trusted told you that you were ugly. Suppose you agreed that you were ugly and you put it in your belief window. Would it make a difference? You bet it would.
I remember Florence Littauer talking about a girl named Greta and how her mother never gave her the silver box of saying Greta was beautiful. Greta looked for affirmation from her mother until her mother’s dying day.
The story is told of a very attractive girl, one you would notice when she walked into the room. The only problem with this girl’s looks was that she never smiled. This girl was convinced that she was ugly. Her mother told her how ugly she was almost every day.
She would never accept the idea that she was attractive, and her self-esteem was low and affecting her relationships. You see when her boyfriend would tell her she was attractive, her window told her, he is either lying or he is too stupid to realize how ugly she really is.
By accepting her mother’s words about her looks and putting it on her window, this woman has given her mother control over this aspect of her life. She could not take control herself until she replaced her mother’s principle with one of her own.
What about you and me, do we have a belief window with some untrue things in it. I think we do. Think about this:
What statements about your self-image do you have on your window? Where did they come from? How might they be challenged?