I read a blog post this morning from Fancy Little Things called "Behind The Lens" and it inspired me to make my own post. She talked about how magazine covers are constantly showing us that we aren't "enough" for society and not to mention the beauties on the covers can make us feel jealous when we do not look the same. But we hopefully all know that every one of those photos have been doctored. In her post, she has a picture of Faith Hill before and after for the magazine cover and I think she looks AMAZING in her before picture.
For the after picture they had taken out all the wrinkles around her eyes. I think that's a shame because I think our wrinkles make us who we are. Thinking of that made me think of one of my favorite songs: Brandi Carlile's The Story. I first heard it as the credits played on the movie The Lucky One and instantly fell in love with it.
If you haven't heard it, please give it a listen. Try to make it to 2:50 and just feel the passion. Seriously an amazing love song. I love the first few lines:
All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
I agree that our wrinkles help to make us who we are. And honestly, why should we be afraid of getting old? Our Heavenly Father created us just the way we are and loves us just the way we are. I think it's important to be healthy...through exercise, healthy eating, good personal hygiene, etc, but I don't think it's necessary to over do it just because we want to look like someone else. I think it's time we be the women God intended us to be and not who the world wants us to be.
2 comments:
I love this song. Even though several covers have been made, it still can't compete with the original.
I so struggle with this. On the one hand, I am proud of my scars and wrinkles. My big lumpy brownish c-section scar tells the story of how my son almost didn't make it to this earth before we both bled to death. On the other hand, I definitely feel the myself getting older. More wrinkles, more stretch marks, more skin discoloration. I'm not 20 years old anymore and sometimes it's hard for me to accept that.
Thanks for the reminder. I'm working on it.
I know...I talk like it's easy for me, but it's not! I am constantly feeling like I need better clothes, better hair, better makeup, etc. WHY??!! It really is hard.
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