As I got ready this morning, which I'll admit, takes a little longer the older I get, I started to ponder all the steps I take. To look good, pretty. And why, and, for who?
And then, what exactly defines fake? Hmmm.
Let's be crystal clear, I'm a huge believer in painting the barn if it needs it and I'm paintin' without shame.
So I put on my make-up, which now includes filling in my eyebrows (yes, I'm obsessed in a good way) and seriously, serious mascara. Did my hair, which included adding a weft (it's a thing) of someone else's hair...that sounds gross - extensions, in a nut shell. Just enough to give my limp, fine locks some volume. Teased the roots for height. Applied copious amounts of hairspray to hold it in place and "DING" got the email reminder - tonight is my appointment to get it colored!
Into the closet...push-up bra, jeans, sweater...blah, blah and then heels because, heels.
Any of you feeling me yet? Maybe, maybe not. Real talk here, twenty four-seven.
I do all of this for me. Because I want to.
My husband liking the way I look is a fantastic by product.
My daughters giving me props, a bonus.
I take the time to make my outside shine like my inside.
I will never be able to match the light of Christ that glows in my heart but I'm for sure gonna try!
I have a message, a mission, a calling, I want people to stop and listen. When you see something shining you wanna look, ooohhh shiny.
I'm telling you all of this for a couple reasons. Not one of them is so you can judge me or scrutinize my brows - LOL. [Read more...]