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IT IS PAINFUL TO BE BEAUTIFUL

I agree with it, especially after having a very aching facial at the skin treatment center. I thought the second time would be easier than the first, but I was wrong. As usual, they pinched my face a thousand times, and I was proud of myself for not moaning. The one who was torturing me for two hours told me that someone else (a married woman) told her that giving birth was less painful than that. The first time I got 5 shots, this time only three. They heated up my face before killing me, I could hardly breathe. And then they gave me a mirror that I didn’t even dare to look at. I knew I was bleeding like a slaughtered lamb. And I had to pay much for being tortured, imagine!
Being in a situation like that I just couldn’t help wondering who (besides myself) I would go through the pain like that for. Ok, my parents and my siblings, and some close friends maybe. And then I remembered Jesus. Jesus had to go through much more painful whips, and stabs, and fists, until he shed the last drop of his precious blood, and he was willing to do it even for those who hated him. And now I was doing that thing for my own sake, why was I complaining? And that thought of Jesus suffering for me always gave me strength to carry on in my ‘torturing’ program, once a month. Thank you, Jesus!