Wonderfully Made

I wrote this with the original prompt of: I wish I looked differently than I do now. It's simple and it's short. But I love it.

I wish I looked differently than I do now. Doesn’t everyone? Is there an innate desire in human beings to look opposite of what we really are? I wish my hair was black, like my mother’s. I always thought that people with black hair were mysterious and desirable. Instead, I was given blond hair that became an in-between color and it looked like my hair could never decide what color it wanted to be. Thank goodness for hair dye. But there are other things that are not so easily altered. I wanted green eyes desperately; I wanted my seeing orbs to be like emeralds, not washed out sapphires. My nose has always been an odd fit for my face, it seems to not belong to me. My chin protrudes from my face, pointing up and out, like an elf’s shoe. My figure is tall, but thick. I’m sturdy like a tree trunk, but with curves instead of branches and bark. But what I realize every day when I look in the mirror is that I don’t hate what I see. It’s unique; a blend of my parents. I have my father’s hair and eyes; my mother’s chin and porcelain skin. I am a creation; perfectly formed before my conception by a God in heaven. I look like my father above; a creation in his image, I am beautiful. Yes, I wished I looked differently than I do now. But then I look in the mirror and I see someone wonderfully made, and I smile.