The older I get, the less concern I put on outward appearance.
Sure…I leave the house in clean clothes, hair brushed, teeth brushed, no goat berries stuck to my shoes. But the days of caking on make up just to buy a loaf of bread are gone. Thank heavens!
One of the first things I learned about my husband, and it was something I really did not understand at that time, was that he wanted me to “just be comfortable.” He wanted me to feel good and be happy. Thank you!
Make up, nice clothes, fancy shoes, and whatever else a person can adorn themselves with are nice, and I love them from time to time too, but they are not any of my necessities.
I love it that I now appreciate a real person more, a person that can just be themselves. Isn’t it fantastic when the true beauty of a person beams outwards? It might be their eyes, or their hair, their mannerisms, or the things that they say. But the bottom line, the truest of all beauty, is what comes from the soul, the very inner core of the person…a solidly genuine person.
Women, and younger girls especially (and sometimes men), are subjected to the constant influx of images that depict perfect bodies, perfect hair and make up, and many images depicting popular vulgarity (in my opinion). I try to be as healthy as possible, and yes, attractive too, but guess what? I can let the gray come in. Look at an aging women that allows her true beauty to shine, she can really be appreciated! She is confident just to be who she is. She isn’t hiding behind any coverage, coverage that says, “I no longer love myself,” or worse, “I am not good enough.” Oh yes, you are! You are what God designed you to be.
The obsession with looking perfect started at the beginning of time…there is nothing new under the sun. Right? But I hope you young ladies out there do not take 40, or even 50 years, to realize you are beautiful, because you are human!
How do you feel about it? How do you teach the young women to feel about themselves? What should we be teaching young men about real beauty?
The Lord does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart. 1 Samuel 16:7
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Amen sister!
I am with you.
The older I get the more I realize that I don’t need all that stuff.
It is me that is pretty, not what I cover myself with.
I always taught my daughter to only add enough make up to accent what you already have.
i agree. i can’t tell you the last time i wore makeup… who has time for it? lol as for the young ones, i don’t know… but wish i did. there’s a freedom in it, that’s for sure. it’s just too bad that freedom comes so late in life, for many.
A nice post! I don’t worry about how I look like I used too. I tell my girls-don’t worry so much about how you look-cause everyone else is to worried about their ownselves to be worried about you : ) I think your advice is good-be comfortable-be yourself.
I definatly agree with you on this one!
I debated on how to write this post, but wanted to make my own statement at the same time. Make up and other beauty products are wonderful things. Blessings. I cannot wear eye make up due to a condition that I have, but I do wear blush…in fact, two colors a day (blended), and yes, I feel better with it on than off. But…woman were made to be beautiful, and NOT to be ashamed of themselves when in their natural packaging. That is my point! Thank you for all of your comments and readership. Love you all.
Miss Mary,
What a wise woman you are! I love what you say and love the scripture you chose. I am quite impressed with your website! My goodness, you have really pursued your dreams! May God continue to bless you and your business!
Wendy, what a blessing to see your comments on my blog.
It (the business) has been a lot of hard work, and I love it.
God bless you and your pursuits as well. I am so glad we stay connected.
Everyone, Wendy was my boss for many, many years. We went through a lot together. I keep wanting to write a blog post about inspirational people in our lives, and Wendy repeatedly is the #1 person I think to write about. She taught me a lot, taught me how to work, think hard. She was a mentor. Yet, she had a way of making me figure out my own self, my own work, my own path of responsibility. And if there is one person in my life (other than my husband) that I can say always supported me, it was Wendy. If I made a mistake, she knew it would never be repeated. There was no babying involved…none(!)…but there was support…and room to learn and grow. I thank her from the bottom of my heart.