In C. S. Lewis’ book Till We Have Faces one of the characters is struggling with the ugliness she sees within her and says, “I would set out boldly each morning to be just and calm and wise in all my thoughts and acts; but before they had finished dressing me I would find that I was back in some old rage, resentment, gnawing fantasy, or sullen bitterness. I could not hold out half an hour. And a horrible memory crept into my mind of those days when I had tried to mend the ugliness of my body with new devices in the way I did my hair or the colors I wore. I’d a cold fear that I was at the same work again. I could bend my soul no more than my face. Unless the gods helped.”
We have a God who is willing to help. A spiritual makeover is the work of God. This is something that only the divine Surgeon can do.