These lines are the last of Shakespeare's 127th sonnet. Before these, he describes his love for a woman whose appearance doesn't fit the conventional mold of beauty. These lines struck me because it's the first time he describes how this utopian idea of beauty affects an imperfect woman. Even in the 1500s and 1600s women compared their appearance to an unattainable one, which resulted in "woe" and "mourn[ing]." Though he loves her like an addiction, she still believes she is less than beautiful.
Women. It's time to love ourselves. We are "fearfully and wonderfully made" (Psalm 139:14). God doesn't make mistakes. He put that freckle, that curl, that curve, that color, that smile there on purpose. You are the only you there is, has been, or will ever be. Own it. Believe it. And run with it. Be yourself because no one else has what you have. We all have the opportunity to be ourselves, but that doesn't mean the same thing for even two of us. Difference and inequality ARE NOT synonymous.
"Beauty is fleeting," but love is forever (Proverbs 31:30).
Love yourself, girl. You deserve it all.
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