Author Archives: Diana Jhin


Doctors are great. Doctors are great until they make you step on a scale and tell you how much weight you’ve gained since the previous year (even though you haven’t grown taller).  I know I should be above this, but I can’t help but try to wear my lightest clothes for my annual weigh-in.  And why is it that they insist that you keep your shoes ON when you step on the scale?  HELLO! Those are extra unnecessary pounds that will forever be written on my record.

It’s funny, but I think many of us would be quicker to share our GPA, annual household income, or the number of white hairs we’ve found on our head, than to disclose our true weight. (insert collective *shudder*). Outwardly we’re really nonchalant about it.  But when we go to friend’s homes and find a scale in their bathroom, do we not stare at it and secretly dare ourselves to find out what judgment day holds for us?  Will it be a win for all woman-kind, or a meteoric loss?  When we return to the dinner table, will we take on dessert as our just reward, or will we politely decline the soda/wine for the non-caloric water? …Or is that just me?

I’ve discovered over time that most women struggle with weight/body image. I think many of us have come to the same conclusion. If we all know this, then why does our culture promote this weird, “being concerned about your weight is sooo passé” mentality?  I’m kind of shocked when I hear girls brag about being able to eat anything and everything without gaining a pound (when I know that they personally struggle with body image a lot).  Or when girls welcome less-than-edifying jokes from guys about being “beasts” or “manly” because they would rather be disparaged by guys than be rejected by them. (As a side note for our male-subscribers: please don’t do that. Words hurt and women will never show it on the outside. Please think of your future daughters and how you’d want them to be treated.  Please treat women as the cherished daughters of God that they are.)

Sisters, we’re all broken.  Broken by wounds of the past, wounds of insecurity, and the lies that bombard us day and night.  What would a godly sisterhood look like if we tried to mend each other’s wounds and promote a culture of safety and healing?  Instead of bragging about how much we can eat and still fit into those tiny pants, what if we boasted about our insecurities and our effort to find worth in Christ?  Instead of hiding our insecurities about our fluctuating body weight, what if tried to remain steadfast in the light of Christ and our sisterhood of believers?  As God’s cherished daughters, let’s live as those who ARE cherished.

“…to bestow on them a crown of beauty instead of ashes, the oil of joy instead of mourning, and a garment of praise instead of a spirit of despair. They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the LORD for the display of his splendor.” Isaiah 61:3


I know I already posted a funny boy/girl pie chart.  And I do NOT want to become “THAT girl” who only posts about relationships and guy/girl drama. But I cannot NOT post this.

Some disclaimers:

  1. This video was NOT created by a Christian organization (so call off your “Christians hate relationships!” protest)
  2. This video may or may not be statistically true (but as of now, 9,605 people “like” it)
  3. This video is hilarious and once again, says something about the nature of women

I am not endorsing the fact that men and women cannot or should not be friends.  But I think there are some things that stand out that I think we as women should consider:

  1. Are our relationships with men honoring to God and also, honoring to them?
  2. Why do these relationships appeal to us?  What do we gain from them?
  3. When we want something (friendship, relationship, career, etc), do we make up our own rules of right and wrong – just so that we can get our way? (Regardless of how it may affect other people?)
  4. Does our insecurity play any part to how tightly we hold onto our relationships?

I’ve definitely had my fair share of “guy friendships” go awry. My once defensive and naive position of “we’re just friends” has quickly gone out the window along with my “there’s NOOOO way anything would ever happen” motto.  Many times, I was either fooling myself about how I felt or how he felt. While I’m definitely no expert at friendship (with guy or girl), I do know that every relationship needs a lot of humility, honesty and honor.

One of my favorite childhood pictures is one of me with two other girls on Easter. We’re all wearing frilly white dresses: the two girls beside me are sparkly-eyed with hair perfectly curled and smiles to match.  I’m scowling in the middle with pin straight hair in my face and shoulders slumped.

Yep. Girly matters.

Even back then I hated girly matters.  I was never into dresses, the color pink, or puppy stuffed animals that would wag its tail and bark.  Instead, I liked climbing trees, collecting earthworms, and playing football with my neighborhood friends.

This didn’t make me any less of a girl, just less girly.

Of course, it took me years to realize that.  So many times I wondered if God forgot to sprinkle extra girl-dust on me that would magically make my eyelashes curl, waist slim down, and clothing perfectly fit (a la Anne Hathaway’s Prada & Princess transformations). I was dying to know: would a perfect life come with the perfect looks like it seemed with all the other girls?

I’ve now realized, that perfect looks do NOT equal a great life. This sounds silly and obvious, but tell that to the 12 year-old in you who still secretly believes that girls don’t “run the world”, PRETTY girls do. Hence our need to be perfect…or at least, LOOK the part.

Girl matters.

I’m hoping that this blog will be a place where we can throw out the perfect and embrace the REAL things that we share as sisters –  past the appearances and into the heart.