If you didn’t know already, on our trip to Lafayette, Indiana, my makeup was stolen from my hotel room. Yes, lame. My only thought is that they must have thought my makeup bag looked like a jewelry bag or something ’cause (no offense to anyone who sells Mary Kay), stealing about $100 of Mary Kay makeup seems a little lame to me. (They did take my Hollister sweater too–my favorite, ugh–so I guess they had good taste.)
Well, Mandy, my sister-in-law, sells Mary Kay, and she didn’t have the items in stock to replace the stolen ones, so I’ve now been approximately a week without makeup.
Wow, I didn’t realize how naked I felt without it until the first day when I had nothing (no foundation, no mascara) to enhance my looks and Adam and I were going out to a friend’s basketball game. What was I to do? Wear blush without foundation? Wear eye shadow without mascara?
I actually wrestled with this for a day and a half as I had this slight breakout on the left side of my face. Nice timing. Adam was not only reassuring as to his love for me (Wonderful man that he is!) but he actually expressed some joy at the lack of makeup and the “natural beauty” he saw. 🙂 That, of course,
made makes my heart sing, and I’ve stepped back to reconsider the American culture’s painting of a woman’s face.
Proverbs 31, of course, reminds me of the necessity of inner beautyf and temporal aspects of physical beauty:
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.
1 Peter 3:3-4 also says:
Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear— but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.
So… I’ve got my new makeup now, thanks to the generosity of my mother-in-law who wouldn’t hear of anything else but her replacing it all for me (WOW!!). To be honest, although I’ve had it for a full 24 hours now, I’ve only used the mascara. Am I anti-makeup now? no. Am I against any enhancement of the outer person? Um…no…
I’ve just become comfortable with “just me”. There really is a natural beauty in the undecorated and a freedom in the vulnerability.
What are your thoughts?