What My Chickens Taught Me About Self-Worth

I hate my hair.

Peck.

My chest is too small.

Peck.

Nobody likes me.

Peck.

My legs are too skinny.

Peck.

I’m too tall.

Peck.

I’m too short.

Peck.

I’m fat.

Peck.

I’m ugly.

Peck.

I have no talent.

Peck.

I’m not funny.

Peck.

I’m so awkward.

Peck.

Peck.

Peck.

Peck.

Peck.

And the list goes on.

A few years ago we owned chickens that we raised from chicks. Under certain conditions chicks will literally peck each other to death. We didn’t have this happen to our chicks, but it does indeed happen. Why on earth would a chick peck another chick to death? Well, sometimes they’re just bored. Other times there are too many chicks in one area. Another reason is that when their feather fall out in adolescence they bleed a little. Another chick sees the blood and begins to peck at it, irritate it, enlarge it, and sometimes kills the other bird, especially if other birds join in.

Some girls and women “peck” themselves to “death”, killing their self-worth. They are their own worst enemy. They are the chick that does the most damage.

I used to have a project that collected anonymous journal entries from girls of all ages regarding their feelings about themselves. Very few had anything really positive to say.   All they could see were their “sore” spots and they pecked away at them until they were in deep pain, or their self-worth had died.

It’s a terrible tragedy to be wrapped up in physical appearances. Simply stated, it robs you of joy. But beyond that it can ruin your life, creating great pain and suffering. I should know. This has been one of my great struggles in life.

So, how do you get an actual chick to stop pecking when a wound is so obvious and tempting? You simply hang a red light over the box of chicks. That way everything has a red cast over it and none of the chicks can distinguish the wound from the rest of the chick.

But how does that apply to those of us who compulsively peck every little flaw to death? Well, the light we must flood ourselves with is the Light of Christ. When we see ourselves in this light we won’t see our wounds as these glaring, obvious sores waiting to be pecked. We will see the whole woman, the whole girl. And when you can see yourself as a whole, instead of fractured into broken, lacking parts, you can begin to see your talents, gifts and worth, independent of your physical condition.

Take the focus off your body and face. Take it off of your accomplishments. Take the focus off your sexuality, sensuality and fitness level. Take the focus off how much attention and validation you’re getting. Focus on your soul and magnifying your ability to bless other’s lives. Help others heal. Truly become a Disciple of Christ. What would you feel then? I think you’d experience feelings of liberation, freedom, contentment, peace, and that all elusive feeling of joy.

Step into the light. What are you waiting for?