Beauty of a woman

What do you see when you look at me? Could it be beauty, not likely.

I don’t wear stylish clothes. I don’t spend money on nails, hair or jewelry. You won’t find layers upon layers of makeup on my face either. I’m lucky if I can go a day with clear skin and my legs not sprouting a field of hair after shaving the night before.

Scars from work and other bumps along life decorate my hands. If my skin glows it isn’t from the sun glistening it, it’s because it is the palest body in the room. My main accessory is a hair tie on my wrist and around my hair, and in my purse are the basic necessities for brushing my teeth, not a city full of glamour.

What do you see when you look at me? Could it be virtue? That is what I want to be true.

Though I may not have the best appearance to the eyes of this world, I know the beauty in my life. I do not wear it in my attire. Instead, it is the beautiful love my husband and I share with each other and with our children. It is in the assurance I have in my faith for Christ as my Savior.

Young women do not need to seek attention through their exterior, while missing out on the interior of their temple. When ladies do this, it often means they are in need of a building up of who they are on the inside. It is hard battling low self-esteem, but the truth God can reveal to us is a great weapon for the fight.

I don’t have to wear what the manikin just inside the store window displays to turn eyes my way and feel good about myself. The low-cut shirt or skirt can remain on a rack. I would rather spend my energy instilling good values of modesty for the children looking up to me. Instead of spending 30 minutes before bed attempting the latest beauty tip, I want to read and pray with my daughter.

No longer is my desire to avoid the discomfort of others talking negatively about what I look like, because I know people are going to talk and it is time I adjust my focus elsewhere.

It is my desire to work toward being a virtuous woman and learn the beauty secrets God has for His daughters.

Proverbs 31