Being pretty hurts. No one talks about the downside of it. Everyone assumes that because you’re pretty, you must be okay. It’s always, “You’re so pretty,” but never, “How are you?”
I’m tired of hearing, “You’re so pretty.” Don’t get me wrong—I appreciate the compliments—but pretty, on its own, does nothing. At least, in the Kingdom of Light, it holds no true weight. Yes, I am pretty, but last week, I was also suicidal. I was hopeless. I was ready to give up. And no one noticed—because they were too distracted by my beauty to see my brokenness.
You’d be surprised by the ugly spirits hiding behind pretty faces.
It amazes me how I can be in a room full of people, receiving compliment after compliment, and still feel unseen. How I can be looked at, yet feel so overlooked.
I once had a friend who had everything. One day, she told me she was struggling with deep depression. When people came over, they noticed she hadn’t opened any of her birthday gifts. When they asked why, she told them how she was feeling. Their response? “But look at everything you have.” As if physical things could heal spiritual wounds.
I wish our fight was against flesh and blood—that would be a much easier battle. But it’s not.
This is why 2 Corinthians 4:18 tells us to fix our eyes on what is unseen. The things we see are temporary, but the unseen is eternal. The unseen is where everything begins. The physical world is merely a manifestation of the spiritual realm.
Most of the time, when I hear about someone who has taken their own life, it’s not the friend who seemed depressed. It’s the one who was laughing the night before. The one who smiled through their suffering. The one no one ever thought to check on.
We pray for those who are visibly struggling, but what about those of us suffering in silence? Oh, that’s right. Because if we look good, that must mean we feel good. Right? Wrong.
Honestly, I think us pretty girls need to go on strike. Let’s stop saying thank you when people call us pretty. Instead, let’s tell them the truth about how we’re really feeling. Conversations are about to get real awkward!
I am so much more than pretty. Why can’t anyone see that?
From now on, when someone calls me pretty, my response will be: “I’m more than pretty.”
For once, I just wish someone would see me—not the daughter, the sister, the friend, the niece, the pastor, or the woman. Just me.
This post is dedicated to the beautiful and talented Simone Battle, a singer, dancer, and actress whose life was cut short far too soon. At just 25, she lost her battle with depression. But to anyone reading this who is struggling—please hear me: you are seen, you are loved, and healing is your portion.
There is nothing—nothing—that God cannot do. He longs to heal every wound, to lift every burden. Don’t give up just yet—the best is still ahead.
You don’t have to fight this battle alone. God will fight for you. All He asks is that you be still and trust Him. There is power inside of you—power to speak to any storm, power to declare victory, power to rise above anything that tries to overtake you. You are not your pain. You are not your struggles. You are who God says you are—and He says you are more than a conqueror.
You are bigger than whatever battle you’re facing. And hear me when I say this: You are not alone. He is here. I am here. You are seen, you are loved, and you are needed. Thank you for choosing to be here today. Your presence on this earth matters more than you know.
You are a gift. Keep going.
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