beautiful masterpiece

Lately I've been struggling with liking myself and wrestling with God on how he made me. A lot of it stems from insecurity, but i also thing satan is playing a role in telling me the lies that i am believing. It's hard for me to think that God created me to have scars on my arm, to be overweight, to be insecure in my thoughts and personality at times. No, he didn't specifically create me this way, but he has allowed me to figure out who i am through my cutting and weight issues. He has allowed these things into my life and he has used them to create a beautiful daughter in myself. This is hard for me to believe at times.

I was reading Isaiah tonight and came to these verses,
Isaiah 45:9-12 - Woe to him who quarrels with his Maker. Does the clay say to the potter, "what are you making?" does your work say, "he has no hands." woe to him who says to his father, "what have you begotten?" or to his mother, "what have you brought to birth?"

This is what the Lord says - do you question me about my children, or give me orders about the work of my hands? it is i who made the earth and created mankind upon it. my own hands stretched out the heavens and all their host I have commanded.

wow. who am I to question what he has created? why am I second guessing him about his child; questioning him about the way he created me? why do i feel the need to order him into making me who I want me to be? God didn't just create man, but the whole earth. He knows what he's doing, who am i to try and go against that by questioning it?