Updated: Apr 28, 2021
I have never been good at taking care of my skin or hair, but God knew better, so he put my spirit in a low-maintenance body. All I have to do is wash and lotion.
Now and then, I beat up my face (put on makeup for those not familiar with the term) not because I need it but because I like how the mascara feels on my eyes lashes.
My proudest moment was when I was in New York City. There, in the middle of Manhattan, an industry full of fashion and beauty, I was comfortable walking the streets with nothing on my face but a smile for eight weeks.
I took these pictures earlier today while sitting on the porch and reflected on how beautiful my skin looks.
I remember when I used to struggle to love myself altogether because of what others said about me.
Today, I am reminded that what I think of myself is more important than what others think of me. Even though those who used to tell me that my forehead is too big or my feet are too wide, are still talking, their noise is quiet.
We Become What We Think. Who's words are You Telling Yourself?