When you walk down a road where the object is to look "good" to make money, you defiantly start looking down at yourself and not feeling so beautiful. Right when you walk onto Bangla you feel the oppression of appearance. As a girl who has struggled with those same chain inflicting thoughts, that spirit of oppression tends to take hold and set in.
You see these gorgeous women get picked apart for a flaw that isn't there and you start second guessing the beauty that God has made you with. These past few weeks that spirit has taken hold and can bring even my brightest mood down. The thing with Satan is that he uses the same tricks over and over, the worse part is we usually don't notice it. On that street struggling with that is common, so common you stop realizing that it is a lie. But God has done a work in me and continues to reveal to me the beauty that he has put in and surrounds me with.
We are temples of the King of Kings, and he would not make his temple to be ugly. Not only that, but he dwells in his temple, and where he goes his glory goes, so his glory is in us. He made us in his perfect image. When we finally realize that, that's when our beauty starts fighting back, because why would it fight if we don't even acknowledge its there.
" and so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, our lives becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him." 2 Corinthians 3:18
Those women on Bangla are chained to the ugliness of lies and sin and don't know how to break it. Lord, I pray you would walk that street and break every chain of oppression and I pray with every step you take your beauty would fight back the spirit that so easily guides the thoughts of every woman on Bangla. May your glory explode on to all who walk that street.