So I’m recovering, slowly but surely, from my illness that has been plagueing me for the last few days. (See last blog post.)
Today my mom, sister and I skipped down to our hairdresser with great hopes of new colour and cut. I’m not going to lie, I’ve been looking forward to getting my hair done since I came back from Kenya (April 1). So it’s been a long wait for me.
It got me thinking, though, we girls have such simple pleasures in life! Simply getting a haircut and liking the way my hair looks makes me so happy. Whenever I feel pretty, it makes me feel happy about myself.
We’re very different from guys in this way. Any guy can wake up in the morning, throw on some dirty, muddy clothes and walk out of the house in full confidence of how amazing they look. (In general–not all guys are like this, I know. I have one friend who takes 5 whole minutes every day on his hair.)
Girls, however, have to spend a minimum of an hour in front of the mirror to look their best. I spend about 45 minutes every day myself. (It’s sad, I know. I’m trying to cut back.) We roll out of bed, wash our face, brush our teeth, have some healthy breakfast so that our complexions aren’t ruined, pick out a cute outfit, do our hair (about 3 times, because we keep changing our minds), do our makeup, pick our shoes (this can take a while), and head out the door. Then, all through the day, we re-apply, make sure not to spill anything on our clothes, fuss and primp until we collapse into bed again, getting ready to start it all over again the next day.
I’m pretty obsessed with how I look. I got to a point where I couldn’t even go for a walk to get the mail (darn mailboxes at the end of subdivisions) without putting on foundation and mascara first. I couldn’t look in the mirror and point out anything I liked about myself without makeup on and hair done. One day I just realized “This is ridiculous.”
We set such high standards for ourselves, as girls, that I think we don’t focus on what’s important: Our relationship with God, friendships with others, loving our family, taking care of our world, and guarding our heart.
Today, I challenge you to look in the mirror and tell yourself five things that you like about yourself. It doesn’t have to be about how you look–point out the quirky parts of your personality that make you who you are. Post them on sticky notes and put them on your mirror, reminding you that the reflection is only the surface–what really matters is underneathe.