Sweet God in heaven, why would You bless me with a whisker? Every time I turn around, I have a random hair growing out of my chin. Or how about the mustache!? Do I look like, at age 40, I would enjoy having hairs ripped out above my lip???
This is the current state of affairs. My hair, my weight, my skin, it’s all become the comedy show content for my life. I was standing in a line one day a couple of months ago with Peyton when I leaned over to her and whispered to her that she had some stray brow hairs in the middle section that borderlined unibrow status. She leaned over to me and said if I didn’t shut up, she’d talk about my mustache out loud. Oh, sweet girl, have you not learned in your short, 14-year life span that comments like that are what I live for. “WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY MUSTACHE?! I THOUGHT YOU LIKED MY CHIN WHISKER!” I’m pretty sure the people in the back of the store heard me!
Or how about my skin! Melasma has become my best friend. What is melasma, you ask? Please, let me tell you! It’s hyperpigmentation that appears as brownish patches in different sizes or shapes. I get it because of my hypothyroidism. But I’m just curious why I was blessed with two patches of it symmetrically above my upper lip. Now I just look like I have a chocolate-milk-mustache-mustache!!
All joking aside, how many times do we pick ourselves apart in a day, in a week, in a lifetime? We’re so critical of ourselves because society standards say our skin needs to be perfect, our weight needs to be trim, our clothes perfectly trendy, and our lives with as little mess as possible. No one can see the real us because we’re too busy snapping 16 pictures of ourselves to get the perfect selfie. I would know. I’m guilty of it.
But I’m learning a lot as I get older. My daughters are watching. Even at age 20 and 14, they see and mimic how I talk about myself and my image. People around me hear what I say. Maybe they have the same issue and it doesn’t bother them, but they see me talking about it as if I’m leprous and it changes their outlook of themselves negatively.
Here’s what God taught me, though and what I need to keep saying to myself over and over….GOD MADE ME. He made me with dark spots on my upper lip. He created me with a girl mustache of baby hairs, and he grew that whisker in my chin that makes an annoying appearance every couple of weeks. He knew exactly what He was doing, and He tells us that over and over in the bible.
Psalm 139:14 I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; wonderful are Your works, and my soul knows it well.
Genesis 1:31a And God saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good.
And if that weren’t awesome enough, He could care less if we’re short, tall, skinny, heavy, have a hairy mole, or just one lone tooth. When the priest, Samuel, was looking to anoint the next king of Israel, he met with each of Jesse’s sons. Samuel incorrectly thought when he saw Eliab that he would be the chosen one. Listen to what the Lord said, “Do not look at his appearance or at the height of his stature, because I have rejected him; for God sees not as man sees, for man looks at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart,” (I Samuel 16:7).
Isn’t that wonderful news!? He made us. He sees us. ALL the parts of us, not just what’s on the outside.
What does this mean for me? I’ll still be pulling that chin whisker. But I know I don’t need anyone’s approval of my outward appearance, and I need to learn to be happy with all the parts of me, not just the parts that I think others will think is beautiful. Because I’m ALL beautiful. God said so.