Every day people struggle with their IMAGE and APPEARANCE.

Glen Beck rightly says: “IF I COULD GIVE MY GIRLS ONE THING in life, it would be this message: God created you the way you are.”

Why do so many of our women, daughters, and wives start their day with a ritual of staring into a mirror and seeing what they don't like about themselves?

How many women put all the make up on because they are not sure of the worth of what's underneath? How many teens and twenties suffer through their day in painful comparison with others while being cruelly objectified by boys?

This thing affects me like the screech of nails on a chalkboard.

Solomon said: “Beauty is fleeting” and it flees definitions in different ages.

I'm not saying women should not love to get all glamorous, wear makeup and have fun going out. My wife loves date nights. What I am saying is I hate the self-hatred unleashed on women in an age of beauty worship.

A few hundred years ago Renaissance artists were painting plump women onto their canvass because in that period “big was the new sexy.” Women of that era were more “natural” than the women of today. Cosmetics were not considered a necessity and clothing was varied enough that even the most discerning woman could express her own style. One commentator says, “A woman’s natural form – as given to her by God – was considered to be absolutely perfect.”

Molly Edmonds says: “Pale skin ruled as a beauty standard for centuries. Both men and women applied ceruse, a lead-based white paint, to their skins in an effort to look fairer, and some people would paint delicate blue lines on their face to demonstrate their wealth and status, or their “blue blood.” Suntans were for members of the lower classes, who had to spend their days outside, working in the fields.”

At the turn of the 20th century, however, bronzed skin became the new fashion must-have. When Coco Chanel got sunburn on a yachting trip, it spurred her acolytes to start spending more time in the sun.

Shall we primp, curl, straighten? What constitutes beautiful hair is perhaps the most oft-changing beauty definition in history. During the reign of Queen Elizabeth I, the masses would PLUCK their hairlines, as their monarch did, and employ massive headdresses. We'll spend hours trying to look like we just fell out of bed, or we'll spend hours on an elaborate style worthy of a prom or a wedding.

Beauty standards change….listen to these lyrics.
You don't have to change a thing!




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