Make up Being Interesting
I have never been into make-up. As a young girl I would admire my mother’s pretty dress shoes, perfumes and her jewelry, but the make up never kept my attention. I was more interested in boys and basketball. When I went off to college, my peers found it unbelievable that I didn’t spend time in the mirror before class “putting on my face.” I was always the first one ready and referred to as “glowing”. The glowing part was probably due to me being one of the few black girls on campus.
I tried to wear make-up casually a few times. I even tried applying it myself (not wise for a cosmetic novice), but I always felt out of place wearing it. I’m pretty sure my attempt was an act of assimilation to the culture versus a desire to look a different way. Fast forward to my wedding day. This is the day of all days where girls dream about the perfect make-up and dresses to look their most beautiful. I knew exactly who would do my make-up and I could not wait to honor her with the responsibility. My cousin loved make-up and everything about it. I was her blank canvas.
Mind Made Up
The wedding day was fun and memorable. There was lots of laughter, dancing, and old friends from far away cities. But when I look at the photos, I find myself not recognizing me. Pictures that should make me celebrate a new chapter of life actually make me feel–not like myself. I love my naturally beautiful skin. Today, you will only catch me wearing lip gloss. My skin and I have had our rough times, bumps, and bruises. But I realize it has been good to me.
Our skin is our largest organ and the first defense against sickness and disease. It’s the first thing we see when we examine ourselves visually–so we must love it! The first part of having healthy skin is accepting what’s wrapped underneath and deciding it’s worthy, everyday. We are made from the good stuff in the earth. Use the same elements to maintain your status.