Skirt: Express | Shoes: Old – Target (similar here) | Necklace: Urban Peach | Top: Norstrom
Blush/Bronzer: Flower Sunkissed and Single | Nail Polish: Essie BBF | Lipstick: Lipstick Queen in Pinky Nude
When I wore this to church on Sunday I got a gazillion compliments, which might be because I’m not a morning person and I usually end up looking like the girl from a walk to remember Pre-Landon… but still, I thought I should share it with you incase it was the skirt.
I also wanted to add a little to my post the other day about aging. Some comments were made that were very thoughtful and deserved a discussion
First. To some of the women who felt like I was being dismissive with their aging concerns: I am so sorry if the post came off that way.
My intent was not to say “you’re old now, so focus on inner beauty from here on out.” That is not my view at all! It was simply to say “I admire the beauty that comes with age, life experience and wisdom. I don’t think women should be required to look young in order to look beautiful.”
I would never dismiss any group of women looking for ways to improve their beauty routines but I still want them to feel good about where they are without any of that. So I like to promote both aspects.
And while Some of my posts have specific focuses (i.e. freckles, aging, acne) the rest of my posts are meant to apply to everyone of any age!
Second, A few people asked me if I thought it was contradictory to write this post so soon after writing about my under eye injections.
I can understand why. There is a vain-self-centered side to beauty that I think all of us want to stay away from. It can eat away at other important things and make us unhappy.
In order to avoid it I think, as a culture we have created boundaries that draw that line. Some people draw it at a certain amount of makeup or hair height, some draw it at a certain amount of time spent on beauty and some draw it at anything that isn’t natural or god given.
I don’t draw the line at anything specific.
It’s something that happens on the inside. I didn’t feel like the injections crossed that line for me. Although, I have crossed it many times. This summer after obsessing over my hair for weeks I realized that I had definitely crossed that line. There have been times when I wasn’t wearing a stitch of makeup but I was thinking only about myself and my interests and needs constantly that I crossed that line. I have crossed the line in the past when I limited my eating (in vain pursuits) so much that it made me irritable and I treated the people I love poorly. There have been times when I have torn others down to make myself feel better, I surely crossed it then.
It happens to all of us.
It might be nice if the real boundaries were as simple as hair height or needles but I think there’s a lot more to it than that.
And again, I have an example:
I love her. She is so beautiful.
She also is very open and lighthearted about the fact that her outsides are not necessarily the ones she was born with:
“I’m not offended by all the dumb blonde jokes because I know I’m not dumb… and I also know that I’m not blonde.”
You’d be surprised how much it costs to look this cheap!
She is funny and sweet and has brought so much light and life into so many peoples lives.
And spends much of her time and money on taking care of others. Constantly showing love to people in every walk of life.
“If your actions create a legacy that inspires others to dream more, learn more, do more and become more, then, you are an excellent leader.”
I don’t think she’d look one bit less beautiful with more wrinkles but I also don’t think she should have to conform to anyone’s opinion but her own.
She’s got the important stuff covered, whatever else she chooses to do is fine by me:)