when i was your age, i went days without moisturizer much less makeup.
NOT because i was overwhelmed with keeping up with five children, but
because i had a makeup addiction. the acknowledgement of my disorder
led me to fast beauty products for a season.
my poor husband never said a word except, "i like you better without it."
he also said, "i like you better with some meat on your bones." what
a gift. him, not the extra 'meat'.
i realize now that my beauty obsession had its roots in a comment from my
father when i was young. i have a gorgeous mother and not the kind of
beauty that requires eyeliner or even lipstick. she rises from her sleep with
a pink flush on her perfect cheekbones. i was proud when she walked the
halls of my highschool, because she was prettier than the cheerleaders.
when my dad said, "you will never be as beautiful as your mother," i thought,
"well, duh." i don't think he meant to be cruel but was complimenting her, as
i was outgrowing my awkward, cygnet years. he didn't realize how hurtful
the remark was to his seventeen year old daughter.
how kind of the Lord to give me a husband who loves my heart. "beauty, oh
beauty, where is thy sting?"
now, let me just say that i have a loving relationship with my father, and i
still like makeup. every barn needs a nice coat of paint. this is a fun beauty
blog written by a young friend.
"it came about when he came near to egypt, that he said to sarah his wife,
'see now, i know that you are a beautiful woman . . . '" genesis 12:11