Imperfect perfection

All morning the "he is jealous for me" song has been running through my mind and still is at this very moment. After another "normal" day of being an "imperfect" woman, berating and picking apart all the things that aren't the way I want them to be, this song on replay in my mind is fitting.
Being a girl is tough. Not only do we have so many options for maintaining our look and appearance, but there are so many beautiful women to compare it to. Turning 35 is hauntingly close for me, and I struggle slightly with the fact that I am no longer considered a "young woman", but now venture into middle-aged-dom. I always asserted that I would go in unscathed. Bounce through it untainted by the stereotypical crises' and meltdowns. But as I get 3-4 months closer it looks as though I am going in kicking and screaming.
Today was unlike most days for me. It's not everyday that I can roll out of bed, get dressed and not do as much as glance in the mirror, trotting off without a care on what the image projects. I could spend an entire morning working on that image. Tweaking, picking, and prodding. Sure that I can get it to look just so. Not perfect, just, right.
"He is jealous for me", really Lord? Jealous? Jealous is such a strong word normally holding such contempt and, unpleasantness. How would I be able to induce such feelings in God, so perfect? Jealous because I spend so much precious time preparing myself for others, for this world, for my own self-worth? When God, the entire time, is watching over me, and saying, "Chandra, my child, you ARE beautiful!"
I know that there is more to this song, but "oh, how He loves us so", Loves us in spite of what we consider flaws and imperfections. God watches us and only sees us as "wholly and wonderfully made", in HIS image!

He is jealous for me,
Loves like a hurricane, I am a tree,
Bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy.
When all of a sudden,
I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory,
And I realise just how beautiful You are,
And how great Your affections are for me.

And oh, how He loves us so,
Oh how He loves us,
How He loves us all

Yeah, He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves us,
Oh! how He loves.


We are His portion and He is our prize,
Drawn to redemption by the grace in His eyes,
If grace is an ocean, we’re all sinking.
And Heaven meets earth like an unforseen kiss,
And my heart turns violently inside of my chest,
I don’t have time to maintain these regrets,
When I think about, the way…