I didn't have time to do much with my appearance yesterday. I think I looked good, but I wasn't terribly feminine. There were a few moments were I jokingly called myself a Little Butch Girl--but not out loud to people who would get on my case about using that term. I ran into a guy from my ward who only sees me at church when I'm dressed up. "Your lips aren't as red as usual," he said. "Is your name still Brooke?"
Is this how people see me? Really?
But that's not the point. The point is that despite looking like a Little Butch Girl, I was happy. I wasn't defining myself by how I look like that punk from my ward. I'm a daughter of God and a disciple of Christ. Knowing that and doing what I should is what makes me feel good about myself...but looking pretty helps now and again, too.
Red lipstick is definitely risky business! They are so hard to match to your skin tone and hair. If you've found one that works - snaps to you!
ReplyDeleteI do not think you are defined by your luscious red lips, though they add a nice flare.
ReplyDeletePoint me in the direction of your ward member and his spleen shall be punched!