As a girl, I know that feeling beautiful is extremely important to our self-esteem. At least, it is to mine. I have experimented with so many beauty products, pigments, treatments, the latest “fixes” or enhancements. These are temporary remedies. A way to feed our vanity and feel pretty for a moment, or a night. But when the makeup washes off, and we get to the bottom of our jar of wrinkle cream, what’s left? We look in the mirror and ultimately have to face what God gave us. We can’t hide behind a veil of powder forever.
I do believe that true beauty comes from within. I haven’t found that more than skin-deep beauty in myself yet, if I’m being perfectly honest. I’m constantly chasing beauty. I wish I had fuller lips, smoother skin, a thin nose, perfectly-shaped brows, and thicker, longer lashes. It doesn’t end. When will I be satisfied with my own beauty? And when do we start blaming society for this skewed sense of beauty, instead of ourselves?