Sunday, January 10, 2010
So, I got my hair cut a couple of days ago. (Not just one hair, but all of them.) And I'm having a hard time with it, which has led me to reflect on vanity.
Where does vanity stop and insecurity begin? Or are they the same thing? Would vain people check the mirror so much if they really felt secure? Do insecure people check the mirror so much because they're hoping things have improved between glances--as I've been doing? Anyway, I think there's a fine line between vanity and insecurity.
And since we're waxing philosophical, I must say that hair is a very interesting thing in and of itself. Where does it come from, really? It's kind of creepy if you analyze it too much, which is what I've been doing since this haircut has provoked these vain/insecure feelings. If I think about it too long, I start feeling like a Chia pet. CREEPY.
At any rate, you know you're having a problem with your haircut when you're reading your daughter a bedtime story and you start envying the character's hair. Belle has very nice hair. So does Aurora. (A pox on Disney for setting these impossible standards!!) But I AM grateful for my hair, such as it is. I think of all the people I know who have lost their hair due to chemotherapy or disorders or old age, and come to think of it, they're some of the most absolutely truly beautiful people I know. So I guess hair really doesn't matter after all.
What it really comes down to, I think, is tricking yourself into thinking you're beautiful, no matter what you really look like. Because when you think you're beautiful, you act beautiful. (I mean act beautiful in the "I Am a Child of God" way and not in the phony Hollywood way.) And when you act beautiful, you really become beautiful.
I'll have to thank the hairdresser for helping me become so wise! In the meantime, though, I'm not posting a pic of my hairdo! I'm still just that much vain--or insecure--or whatever. :0)
2 comments:
My dear sweet Jenny. Last time I saw you I must say, you have never been more beautiful. You radiate a Christlike love that is seen through your soul. Your beauty goes so far beyond hair, or nails, or any other physical feature. It is deeply imprinted on who you are, how you act and how people feel after they have been with you. You ARE true beauty. I love you.
Wow, Jessie! Thanks! Now I'm all teary-eyed! (Will you come and live with us? What a sweet compliment.) I love you too! And I want to be just like you when I grow up. :)And for the record, I think YOU'RE beautiful! (Oh, but I hope no one who reads my post thinks I was fishing for compliments. Just waxing philosophical and trying to make myself feel better. I don't believe in fishing!)
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