I constantly tried to find significance and identity in who others said I was and what they thought about me, and was constantly confused, hurt, and left feeling worthless. Eventually, this manifested itself in a deep hatred for who I was, particularly the way I looked. I knew God had created me for a purpose, and he designed everything about me with thought and diligence. After hearing a sermon on prayer, I began journaling my negative thoughts to God, who slowly began to transform the way I thought about myself. Jesus died to know me. His love and his acceptance are worth more to me than the thoughts of the people around me. I am able to live in His freedom, embrace the beautiful identity He gives me, and fulfill the unique purpose He has...