Some mornings, I wake up and I just can't. Do you know what I mean, lady friends? I just can't be anything but real. Natural.
I can't put on make-up.
I can't get my hair just right.
I can't decide what to wear.
I just can't.
Some of those mornings, more often that not, I throw on my favorite pair of leggings, a long tank, and leave my hair natural. I don't put a drop of makeup on my face. And? Occasionally, doing those things makes me feel like less of a lady. There are times I feel like a total failure just because I poked myself in the eye with my mascara wand or my hair refuses straighten.
That's sad, isn't it? It's sad that my natural beauty makes me wants to curl up in a ball and cry because I don't look like the girl on the front cover of that month's issue of Vogue. It's pathetic. It's absurd. And I'm the only one to blame.
There will always, always, always be outside influences that make me feel inferior or "not up to par," but the only person who has the ultimate, final say in whether or not I'm going to embrace the person that I am - unruly hair, mascara-less eyelashes, and all - is ME.
There's something so beautiful that God has given us all in that truth.
He's not concerned about the breakout I'm currently in the midst of.
He's not concerned about whether or not I get through my makeup routine.
He's not concerned about the fact that I chose to be lazy and wear leggings.
He's only concerned about what kind of attitude I go about doing those things is like.
Headband // Three Bird Nest
I believe if I do them with the confidence He's graciously given me, only good things are going to come of it. I'm a real girl, far from perfect. I'm fearfully, wonderfully, and perfectly made by a God who already thinks the world of me.
...And nothing is going to change that.