Welcome and Beauty

Hey gals!
 Welcome to my blog! I will be writing about one teenage girl topic every week. This week's topic is Beauty!
 True beauty is not what you see in fashion magazines or on TV. True beauty is what's in the heart. A girl could be drop dead gorgeous, but inside she's mean and ugly. "People judge by outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart." 1st Samuel 16:7 NLT
 "I wish my lips were smaller." "I'm fat!" "I have buck teeth." Ever heard these complaints or had them yourself?     You're beautiful just the way you are. Short or tall, chubby or skinny, or in between. God made you just the way He wanted you to be. "You are altogether beautiful, my darling, beautiful in every way." Song of Solomon 4:7 NLT.
Check back next week for the next topic!
Your friend,
LiLy

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