by Alisha Renee

God is not hard to please. He’s really not. When He breathed life into You, it’s because He wanted you here. He delights in You. Not because of what You do, but simply because You are His.

by Tamsin (43)

I had no idea that I had been believing a lie for so long. And I didn’t realise how believing that lie was affecting my life in so many areas.

by Grace (17)

No one really knew all the insecurities I had. I didn't really have a dad growing up and always thought I was never enough, not worth a lot. I believed being ‘good enough’ was for everyone else, but not really for me.

by Abbie (15)

‘You know that everyone actually hates you, right? No one likes you; they’re just nice to your face.’ A close friend said this to me, and for a long time words like these affected me.

by Alisha Renee

Sometimes I compare myself to people. More often though, my struggle is most intense when I compare myself to the person I think I should be. This ideal image of who I should be has taunted me for most of my life, and the area it has affected me most is in my role as a mum.

by Heidi (15)

As a young teenage girl, I always struggled with self-image… I questioned if I would ever be good enough or ever live up to society's expectations of women. The fear of not being enough started to get to me. I was letting society shape me.

by Lois (13)

I grew up always believing what my parents and my teachers told me. Well, everything except for what they said about this strange unconditional love of God; how God loved me a lot, how God thought I was the best me I could be, and how everyone was somehow equal in His eyes. I wondered how that could ever be possible.

by Emilie (13)

I have always been the tallest girl in my class and sometimes even the tallest kid in my class. When I was younger, it didn’t bother me. Back then nobody really noticed what each other wore or how they looked. But now, people look. They notice and say things like, ‘Wow, you’re tall! How old are you? I bet you are the tallest in your class!'

by Alisha Renee

When I was in high school, I hated looking in the mirror. No matter which way I turned, there was no escaping my freckles or my high waist—the two things I hated most about my appearance. I couldn’t do much about my high waist, but I could fix the freckle situation. Oh, how I longed for pure, flawless skin!