Who he made me to be

When I see the reflection of me staring at me
I wonder what the Creator wanted me to see
Did he want, me, to desperately make, me, look better?
Cause what He created could always be greater?
Why would he make me so in-completed?
"If I had those features", then how good I'd be treated  
Those clothes they complete me, just like 'they' wear
of course my breast must be bigger or I need facial hair
for if I could speak with such deft and ease
then I'd be so popular, i think everyone agrees
Maybe bigger muscles, or beautiful long wavy hair
Then I could walk down the street, and people would stare
Why am I not taller, or much better skin?
Why am I so worried, about this vessel I'm in?
Maybe just maybe, my life means much more
not from a bottle of makeup, or threads from a store
should I compare? and look at my outward appearance?
or something thats real, how about the fruits of the spirits?(Gal.5:22-23)
Like a good gardner, we plant and nurture our seeds
We water them daily and pull all the weeds
so is our life, these fruits don't grow over night
I will continue to study his word, and live my life right
My gaze must turn outward, try to see through His eyes
Not paying attention to whats advertised
Overcome my pride, this is how I will remain free
Trusting in God, and who He made me to be