"Not Good Enough???"

So, one thing I've been noticing of late is how so many people are SO self concious; including me. It's as if value is based on the mirror, and no matter how beautiful you are, as a person or on the outside, it's never going to be good enough for anyone. Personality, intelligence, creativity, uniqueness, skills: none of it matters. Just how skinny we are, how in shape we are, how big our boobs are (for girls), how straight our smile is, how clear our skin is, how white our teeth are, how perfect our hair is, what clothes we wear. Sound like something to stress over? Seems that's what the world worries about now. They don't care how smart you are. How nice or caring you are. We're taught to take everything at face value, and what we see is what we get. And even if I'm a christian and I'm supposed to believe God always loves us and calls us his masterpiece, I find myself wishing I looked this way, or had those clothes, or her hair.
         Even in school or sports or life, we're never good enough. Because the only thing good enough is perfect, and the idea of perfect is always changing. If this is a known ideal, then how come so many fall to it? How can even the most self-assured person fall vunerable to it? Simply because we're bombarded with criticism, false ideas of looks, photo-shopped models, commercials, magazines, ads about diets even if the people in them are already small, shows about weight loss, ads for products to make us look better. How can anyone stay sane with all this flying around for us to hear or see.
          The only thing that really can is God. I'm not saying we'll never doubt how we look, but we know we're always loved. And that he calls us his beloved and beautiful. He knew us before we were born and planned out our entire life to be great for him before it started. He gives us a purpose and the more we act like him, the more christlike we look. And what could be more beautiful than the one who created the sunsets and waterfalls, moon and sun. If he created the sunsets with a thought so we could see beauty in nature, yet took time and care creating us, how much more beautiful than the sunsets are we? How much more are we cherished? How much brighter do we shine than the sun in a sunrise? We're beautiful because we look like christ, were created in his image, and we were created by the one who paints the night sky with stars. How much more is there to call beautiful?