Hello beautiful people, so in this post I’m going to explain why I’ve decided to give up makeup. I wanna make it clear that I have nothing against makeup or anyone who wears it – this is just part of what’s going on in my own heart and I thought I’d share it with you guys.
So for those of you who don’t know, I am a Christian. This of course doesn’t mean I am perfect and it’s not even what I’m striving for. For me, this means that I am choosing to let the word of God and what He says about me shape who I am (Romans 12:2) – not societies beauty standards, not the views of some mis-educated little boy, not even my own thoughts which sometimes come from a place of insecurity and self-condemnation but His word alone. And what does His word say about me?
It’s clear that God see’s me as totally beautiful and as I started to meditate on these words I wanted to see myself how He see’s me more and more. I wanted to be confident enough in how he made me and not have to hide or make myself look any more perfect than he already made me; with my uneven skin tone, my dark spots and my round face. I wanted to embrace all of it, in all circumstances – first thing in the morning when it’s just me and God, walking through campus when I bump into all my friends, at a big event with every guy I’ve ever had a crush on, on my wedding day with all of my loved ones, looking into the eyes of my forever on earth…all of it – bare faced and bold! I want to be a living, breathing example that in a word that bombards us with unattainable beauty standards, you can still love yourself – exactly as you are! Please know that this isn’t me saying that if you wear makeup you don’t love yourself and I certainly didn’t hate myself when I wore makeup, rather what I am saying is that I want my love for the beauty that God gave me and my acceptance of it to be shown on the outward, as a sign of what is going on inside. I want to be a symbol to my daughters that just as they are, they are enough, I want them to learn to take more time molding the inside than the outside. I want them to know that red lips are beautiful but only in a different way to brown lips, I want them to know that even on the days they look in the mirror and all they see are the parts they wish they could change, their heavenly father still smiles on them and whispers ‘I wouldn’t change a thing about you’ and to sometimes let this very truth be their shield instead of L'Oreal and Mac. So that’s where I’m at, I hope you hear my heart behind this post and that it challenges and inspires you in some way. I also want to appreciate my youth mentor I had from a few years ago who’s words and boldness in her bare faced beauty fills me with awe – You’re amazing Zanele. I’ll leave you guys with a short piece written by a dear friend of mine which I hope encourages you as much it encouraged me: You are not body. You are temple. You are shrine. You are history presented presently in the midst of an all too unappreciative world looking too far into a future they cannot hold, forgetting that you are memory made flesh. Memory of a time where bare face was epitome and naked was worship. You are unwritten history quietly living among us. ~ Spoken.jpg (I think you’re beautiful.) As always, I love to hear from you guys so drop me a message through my contact page of simply drop a comment and let’s start a discussion. All my love Mayfair x
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