March 23, 2026
Just a Little More Beauty, Lord - A Poem, Waiting for Weight Loss Series Episode 15
In this episode of Compared to Who? Heather shares a personal poem called, "Just a Little More Beauty, Lord," that highlights her journey of recognizing the idolatry of seeking physical beauty. She opens up about how God showed her that her pursuit of a smaller body stemmed from idolatry. Heather's poem is a powerful reflection of her growth and transformation, as she learns to find her worth in God's love rather than external measures of beauty. Join Heather as she shares her story and invites you to reflect on your own relationship with beauty and identity.
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Speaker 1: Life Audio. Hey there, Heather creak More here, Thanks for listening to the Compared To podcast. Today, say wearing a series called Waiting for Weight Loss, and we're talking about all the different dimensions and angles to our journey or desire to have a smaller body, to have a more beautiful body, to find health, whatever your motivation may be. And today I want to do something just a little bit different. You see, when I was early in my journey of recognizing what I shared with you last episode, that God showed me that I had made my body image, my body change goals into an idol. When I was early into that journey, God gave me a poem. Now, okay, you have to know something about me. Like some of you just sit down and you write beautiful poetry and that's just a part of who you are. That's not me. I've never written poetry. In fact, when it was assigned as a class assignment, it was a struggle. And yet it was in this showering thinking through some of the principles that I felt like God was teaching me and showing me. And this poem just came to me and I got out of the shower and I wrote it down as quickly as I could. And that's what I'm going to share with you today. You know, sometimes it helps us to learn things our processings or to internalize things when we hear messages in different ways. And so my hope today is that hearing this poem will maybe reiterate or reinforce some of these concepts we've been talking about and maybe make it click a little differently for you today. So this poem was actually published. This is the first time I was ever published in a book called ever Bloom. It's an anthology. It's just stories of living deeply rooted and transformed lives. And the poem is called just a little More Beauty, Lord, and I'm gonna read it for you now. Just a little more beauty Lord, that's what I'm asking from you. I'm not begging for a model spies, or to wear a slim size too. Smooth out these rolls, this dimply skin. Lift up some sag if you will. Why about each stretch mark too? Please? Lord, I know you have the skill. Just a little more beauty, Lord, not a lot. It won't be trouble. Grant me sculpted arms, firmer abs, and a chin that's less than double trim some pounds. While you're at it, five to twenty, you decide, I don't crave a perfect figure, just a shape. I won't have to hide just a little more beauty. Lord, I'm not asking an excess, a better body to serve you. That's what I'll have when this you bless because you also boost my cleavage. Then take some cushion off my rear. Surgeons could fix it all, but I'd rather bend the great physician's ear. I know you told the rich man more money will never satisfy, But I'm sure beauty is different. Lord, Maybe I could just try. I wait, and I pray. Yet that scale doesn't budge. Same stray hairs and jiggly arms, No less pudge. God, where are you hiding? Can't you hear? All I need? Does not? The King of kings want his daughter to succeed. Then, in your goodness, you answer my request. You tell me seeking beauty denies me from your rest. Chasing beauty won't fulfill. It's a trap, you explain. The search keeps us apart, binds heart and soul to what is vain. I want you to find satisfaction in me alone. Then you'll release these temporal afflictions. You bemoan firmer calves, fuller lips, a bigger bust, or fewer grays thrill you only for a season. But my love has no limit of days, dear daughter, he continues, in my image you were made real joy won't come from looking good. Earthly beauty always fades. I designed you for a reason, with great purpose for your life. Use your body to serve me, not in a quest for hottest wife. Meekly, I respond, you're right, a little more beauty would never do I chase an idol that promises life instead of pursuing you. Forgive me, Lord, for in my sin I surely miss the point. A life spent hunting beauty is not the kind you would anoint. Remove my passion for smaller genes, straight hair, and slimmer thighs. Instead, help me find life in you alone, and see beauty through your eyes. That's my poem. Just a little more beauty, Lauren. Why did it speak to you today? What stood up? Maybe you need to listen again. Join us in the community at Waiting for Weight Loss. You can join us at Waiting forweightloss dot com. Let me know what stuck out to you. Can you relate to my poem? Maybe God wants you to write a poem of your own. Thanks for listening today, Bye bye. Compared to podcasts, it's proud to be part of the Life Audio podcast Network. From more great Christian podcast go to lifeaudio dot com.
Speaker 1: Life Audio. Hey there, Heather creak More here, Thanks for listening to the Compared To podcast. Today, say wearing a series called Waiting for Weight Loss, and we're talking about all the different dimensions and angles to our journey or desire to have a smaller body, to have a more beautiful body, to find health, whatever your motivation may be. And today I want to do something just a little bit different. You see, when I was early in my journey of recognizing what I shared with you last episode, that God showed me that I had made my body image, my body change goals into an idol. When I was early into that journey, God gave me a poem. Now, okay, you have to know something about me. Like some of you just sit down and you write beautiful poetry and that's just a part of who you are. That's not me. I've never written poetry. In fact, when it was assigned as a class assignment, it was a struggle. And yet it was in this showering thinking through some of the principles that I felt like God was teaching me and showing me. And this poem just came to me and I got out of the shower and I wrote it down as quickly as I could. And that's what I'm going to share with you today. You know, sometimes it helps us to learn things our processings or to internalize things when we hear messages in different ways. And so my hope today is that hearing this poem will maybe reiterate or reinforce some of these concepts we've been talking about and maybe make it click a little differently for you today. So this poem was actually published. This is the first time I was ever published in a book called ever Bloom. It's an anthology. It's just stories of living deeply rooted and transformed lives. And the poem is called just a little More Beauty, Lord, and I'm gonna read it for you now. Just a little more beauty Lord, that's what I'm asking from you. I'm not begging for a model spies, or to wear a slim size too. Smooth out these rolls, this dimply skin. Lift up some sag if you will. Why about each stretch mark too? Please? Lord, I know you have the skill. Just a little more beauty, Lord, not a lot. It won't be trouble. Grant me sculpted arms, firmer abs, and a chin that's less than double trim some pounds. While you're at it, five to twenty, you decide, I don't crave a perfect figure, just a shape. I won't have to hide just a little more beauty. Lord, I'm not asking an excess, a better body to serve you. That's what I'll have when this you bless because you also boost my cleavage. Then take some cushion off my rear. Surgeons could fix it all, but I'd rather bend the great physician's ear. I know you told the rich man more money will never satisfy, But I'm sure beauty is different. Lord, Maybe I could just try. I wait, and I pray. Yet that scale doesn't budge. Same stray hairs and jiggly arms, No less pudge. God, where are you hiding? Can't you hear? All I need? Does not? The King of kings want his daughter to succeed. Then, in your goodness, you answer my request. You tell me seeking beauty denies me from your rest. Chasing beauty won't fulfill. It's a trap, you explain. The search keeps us apart, binds heart and soul to what is vain. I want you to find satisfaction in me alone. Then you'll release these temporal afflictions. You bemoan firmer calves, fuller lips, a bigger bust, or fewer grays thrill you only for a season. But my love has no limit of days, dear daughter, he continues, in my image you were made real joy won't come from looking good. Earthly beauty always fades. I designed you for a reason, with great purpose for your life. Use your body to serve me, not in a quest for hottest wife. Meekly, I respond, you're right, a little more beauty would never do I chase an idol that promises life instead of pursuing you. Forgive me, Lord, for in my sin I surely miss the point. A life spent hunting beauty is not the kind you would anoint. Remove my passion for smaller genes, straight hair, and slimmer thighs. Instead, help me find life in you alone, and see beauty through your eyes. That's my poem. Just a little more beauty, Lauren. Why did it speak to you today? What stood up? Maybe you need to listen again. Join us in the community at Waiting for Weight Loss. You can join us at Waiting forweightloss dot com. Let me know what stuck out to you. Can you relate to my poem? Maybe God wants you to write a poem of your own. Thanks for listening today, Bye bye. Compared to podcasts, it's proud to be part of the Life Audio podcast Network. From more great Christian podcast go to lifeaudio dot com.
