How to Love Your Body Through the Holidays

How to Love Your Body

[Guest Post by Rebekah Snyder – We tend to judge our bodies most during the holidays. It’s supposed to be a time to celebrate with family and friends, so why are we so quick to judge ourselves and weigh ourselves? Maybe it’s because we eat too much. Maybe it’s because we can’t help but enjoy those Christmas cookies or Thanksgiving turkey. No matter what happens this holiday season, I hope you are able to stay focused on how to love your body. No matter your body type. Because your body is good! Right, Rebekah?]

Please don’t judge me for my skinny body.

“Oh my gosh, Rebekah, you are sooo skinny!”

She said it like it was a compliment. As if she had called me cute or gorgeous or some other word that could lift a wounded spirit or brighten a woman’s day.

But no, she called me “skinny,” which isn’t a compliment at all. On the contrary, my dictionary describes skinny as,

“lacking sufficient flesh; very thin; emaciated; lacking usual or desirable bulk, quantity, qualities or significance.”

And you wonder why I felt insulted.

Even though I knew it was meant to be a compliment—even though there were girls who would love to have my figure—when I heard the word “skinny,” I considered the definition.


Lacking significance.

So I taught myself not to care about my appearance.

I didn’t wear make-up and, somehow, I managed to convince myself that the reason I didn’t spend time in front of the mirror was because I was secure. But looking back, I have to wonder if it didn’t have at least something to do with all the comments about my figure.

Maybe I was avoiding looking at myself because I would have to be reminded…

I was small—too small—and, curse my metabolism, there was nothing I could do about it.

I was helpless to stop the (teasing) rumors that I was probably anorexic. I had no way of disproving the comment that,

“there are sticks with more shape than me.”

And if I had a dollar for every time someone told me I could blow away in a windstorm…

I could probably stock up on comfort food for a year.

It still wouldn’t add an inch to my waistline.

I’m not sure how it happened that I related the familiar creation story of Genesis to the girl in the mirror, but the words hit me one day as I caught a glimpse of my reflection.

“And God saw that it was good.”


My face.

My body.

My skinny, little self.

Good. My skinny body was good. Not just good enough. Not merely passable, but good.

I considered this impossibility for a moment before I heard a Voice in my spirit ask,

“Who are you to judge My artwork? Who are you to define what beautiful is? Who are you to say that any one flower is less perfect than the next? That any one human is prettier than another?”

And I realized that every time I looked in the mirror and decided that what I saw wasn’t good enough, it wasn’t a reflection on me; it was a reflection on Him—the Master Artist.

He formed my every feature.

From the excess skin under my eyes that would identify me as my dad’s daughter to the slight webbing of my toes that proves I’m related to my mom. He’s the one who shaped my figure, making it smaller than most.

I’m the handiwork of an extremely talented Artist who shapes the world in a variety of ways because He knows that life would be so boring if every single person was the same.

With that in mind, I can finally look in the mirror and say that I like—genuinely like—what I see.

Because God didn’t make me “skinny.”

I’m exactly what He planned and desired for me to be. The simple fact that God spoke me into being proves that I have great significance. And no matter what else may be said about me, that’s what I choose to believe.

Rebekah Snyder finally hit a hundred pounds at the age of sixteen. It was perhaps one of her finest moments. Well, that and the day her fist book, Beyond Waiting, actually got published. She spends her days herding preschoolers and pouring her heart into various writing venues. You can read more of her words at

[Photo: Black Glenn, Creative Commons]


  • phyllis mwelu

    Just last week my sister commented on how skinny i was and that comment left me depressed and anxious, and feeling like i am less of a woman ; this blog expresses exactly what ive been going through, most people dont understand that skinny women also have body issues, and that commenting on how skinny someone is is not always a compliment,- actually to me, its never a compliment- thank you for posting this. Really, thank you.

    • Rebekah Snyder

      Girl, ignore the haters and tell yourself how gorgeous you are. There is no reason to let ignorant comments send you spiraling into depression. Seek the truth, my friend—the truth that can only be found in your Maker. He creates beautiful things! (<—Hint: that's you.)

  • Beth

    This is a great post for those who suffer at one end of the spectrum, but what about those at the other? As someone who has struggled all her life with negative body image because she’s not quite thin enough, I don’t know what to do. Society doesn’t look at my body and give any compliments unless I lose weight. I’m 5’2″and 132 pounds, I’ve been heavier and lighter. I don’t feel beautiful, I’ve never felt beautiful. How can I feel beautiful without changing? I think this is a beautiful post, and i’m not hating, girls with fast metabolisms who have problems with weight gain are beautiful and shouldn’t feel like they’re not enough. Holiday weight gain is killing me though and I don’t know how to be ok. Sorry for the rambling post.

  • Llamarae Dein

    What an inspiring entry about body image. This really enlightened me.

    As the Psalmist said in 139:14, “I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made, wonderful are your works and my soul knows it very well.”

    Thank you very much for sharing this Ms Rebekah and Ms Renee. God bless you more…

  • alana

    for me it’s not about my weight thank the Lord he has rescued me from that depression now I am 20yrs and 150 5’7 but not in fat I have a figure that I love and curves that are wow although losing ten lbs made me lose my wide hips which I loved by the way I digress but I know there are guys that love all different shapes and sizes but the one I have never heard any guy liking is breast ptosis i not sure if I spelled it correctly but guys don’t expect that a 20yr old would have it and I have only heard negative comments about it from guys I know what I worry about (and I know it’s stupid because marriage is in the future) and that God knows how I am and he isn’t likely going to send a guy my way to marry that will reject me because of it which is something I couldnt control and there are days when I tell myself I am perfect the way God made me and then I will see someone or something and then I will just go back to feeling like there is no way a man is going to want me looking that way I actually was depressed for the last 4-5 yrs because of it and because i am so ashamed of it and i am a private person i won’t talk to anyone about it, it’s not as bad as before bt i still struggle with it