It’s got that blunt Anglo-Saxon ring to it – make-up.Call it what it is. Not cosmetics, or maquillage, or something fancy. Make-up.
Because when we wear it, we are making up who we are.
Do you want to look younger? Do you want to be more appealing? Do you want to disguise the parts of your face you don’t like much?
Paint over it.
Now, if we buy a house and we find that the blemished walls are simply painted over to disguise the cracks, water stains and surface imperfections, we feel cheated. But it’s okay if it’s our face (and hair – dying hair to get rid of grey strands is a form of make-up.)
I’ve said it before – I was a beautiful young woman. This is not a boast, but the assessment many people made of me. Classically beautiful. Model or actress beautiful. This kind of attention was not always beneficial. Most of the time it wasn’t. People want to possess beautiful things. And people are not possessions.
The last time I wore make-up and fashionable clothes(i.e. designed to show off the feminine curves) I was told by several people that I was “gorgeous,” or “stunning,” and even “ravishing.” (I don’t want to be ravishing, in either passive or active voice) and I found it perplexing. Why did that make me a better person? Why did people pay more attention to what I said if I looked a certain way? Okay, maybe they weren’t paying more attention to what I said, just more attention to looking at me.
I’m a serious person. Take me seriously. I’ve got things to say. I’m not a porcelain doll or a work of art.
Well, God made us a certain way, and He is happy with us that way. We don’t have the right to destroy it by painting over it, altering it by surgery, or injuring it with bad health practices. If God is pleased with His creation, and said, “It is good,” shouldn’t we?