I am not what anyone would consider a “beauty”, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about my looks. This has not always been the case. I admit I have never been big into fashion, hair, and makeup like a lot of women. For most of my life I have been in a battle with my self-esteem, so whenever I did take some interest in myself, I still never felt as pretty or as attractive as the women around me so why bother? Gray hair strands in my early 30’s were a rude introduction as to what was in store for me. It was only when I entered my late 40’s and early 50’s that I even really began to take a more serious interest in my appearance.
So my question is, what is beauty?
Women are often defined by their youthful appearance, their attractiveness, and sense of style. Media saturates us with photo-shopped pictures of celebrities, with its attention to the taunt bodies, and good looks. These qualities all add up to society’s definition of beauty. All of my life I have heard that true beauty is what is inside. The compassion, the caring, and the full of love kind of beauty that can sometimes only be discovered if you take the time to get to know someone from the inside out.
It is my hope that as I age I will exude the beauty of joy, the beauty of kindness, and the beauty of serenity. Maybe I can find my “outer beauty” as I age by giving myself the opportunity to maintain a healthy diet, exercise more, keep up with what is going on in my community and the world around me, as well as just pure and simply laugh more (especially when I look in the mirror).
1 Samuel 16:7: But the LORD said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The LORD does not look at the things man looks at. Man looks at the outward appearance, but the LORD looks at the heart.”