I learned this yesterday.
I woke up with about 20 minutes to roll out of bed, eat, and head out the door to babysit for our neighbor's twin girls.
Oops.
So I scrambled out of bed, took my hair out of the French braid I slept in, and looked at my face.
I faced reality.
"There is no time to put makeup on."
And that was fine; I was just going to be seen by my neighbors and two 2-yr-old girls who care a lot more about Bambi than what their babysitter looks like.
But then, a crazy idea popped into my head.
"I'm just not going to wear any makeup today. Not even when I go to work at the grocery store."
My brain immediately yelped:
"NAY!"
Okay...my brain does not speak in old English.
"NO! Bad idea! Don't do it! What will people think!"
But I wanted to. I wanted to prove to myself I really am beautiful just as I am.
At the same time, I'm angry that I needed to prove that to myself.
I continually struggle with my identity as God's daughter. I don't need to be defined by anything external. I am beautiful inside and out just by being me.
But I did do it. And I didn't look ugly. I didn't look 'pretty'.
I just looked like me.
And I had never felt more beautiful.
"I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful..."
Psalm 139: 14
*applause*
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