Wonderful Works

This post has been in my brain for a while. It has made its way to the pages of my journal, but after talking to a friend who was experiencing similar struggles, I decided I would post it so that maybe someone else could find encouragement in it.
My self worth has been weighing heavily on my shoulders lately. I remember writing in my diary in middle school about how I didn't feel _________ enough.  Unfortunately, these feelings have arisen again. You could fill in that blank with a million different adjectives and chances are that at some point in time, I have felt that way:
Not pretty enough. Not thin enough. Not funny enough. Not smart enough. Not talented enough. 
I have always been unconditionally loved by my family and friends. I've never longed for love and acceptance, but that doesn't mean that I have shown myself that same love and acceptance shown to me by others. I have compared myself to a laundry list of unattainable traits and that is not okay. Teddy Roosevelt is quoted as saying, "Comparison is the thief of joy" and I couldn't agree more. Comparing myself to others, whether it be their appearance, personality, or possessions, robs me of the joy I am to find in my self worth.  Comparing myself to another human being only shows me what I do not have and what I am not. What I do not have and what I am not have no part of my self worth. 
My self worth comes from one place: My Heavenly Father. My worth is not found in my family, how many friends I have,  how many boys I've kissed (which is zero, in case you were wondering),  the size of my clothes, or any accomplishments I may have.
My worth is found in being the creation of the Creator. There is nothing I could do to make God love me any more or any less. Nothing. My worth is fixed. Set in stone. Firm. Unchanging.
"For you created my inmost being; You knit me together in my mother's womb.  I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well." -Psalm 139:13-14