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In her book, Little Women, Louisa May Alcott describes a scene in chapter fifteen, where a “telegraph” is received by Mrs. March regarding her husband, who has been fighting in the Civil War. Its contents inform her of his great illness and that she should come at once. Her four daughters surround her, feeling the fears and concerns of what might have happened to the beloved husband and father. After a brief moment of sorrow, the women all jump into action to prepare Mrs. March for the journey to the hospital in Washington, where her injured husband awaits.
Jo, the unconventional and daring daughter, is sent to request money from their Aunt March, who is very well-to-do. When Jo reappears some time later, she hands her mother twenty-five dollars. Today, this would be equivalent to $700, or up to $1,000. In fact, twenty-five dollars in the mid-to-late eighteen hundreds was the average salary for a schoolteacher. So, when Mrs. March and all those present see Jo plopping twenty-five dollars into her mother’s hands, all are rightfully shocked. Where and how did she get that kind of money?
When she takes off her bonnet, the answer is clear. She had cut her hair and sold it, and the responses to her short hair are numerous.
“Your hair! Your beautiful hair!” “O Jo, how could you? Your one beauty.” “She doesn’t look like my Jo anymore, but I love her dearly for it!”[1]
Later that night, when everyone is in bed, Meg hears crying. Thinking that Jo is distraught over the news of their father, she comes to comfort her sister. She asks if she is crying over father. Jo’s reply is honest and sincere, “No, not now.” When Meg follows up with “What then?” Jo bursts out, “My—my hair!”[2]
Even our wonderful and creative character, Jo, could feel the weight of vanity.
Beauty.
From century to century, decade to decade, beauty standards evolve, either shaping culture or being shaped by culture, the pursuit of which stares back at us from the reflection in the mirror. We are bombarded on repeat with messages of what is beautiful, what is not beautiful, how to attain beauty, and what is hindering us from being beautiful.
In 1868, when Little Women was first published, long hair on women was considered beautiful. And in the case of Jo, it was, sadly, her one beauty. Unbeknownst to these little women, in less than fifty years, women would be chopping their hair off into what was eventually known as the flapper bob.
Beauty has forever been complex and hard to nail down. And even if we think we’ve hit the mark, we quickly discover the goal post has been moved. Beauty standards created by our culture are impossible.
In ninth grade, by far the most unpleasant year of my academic life, a girl shouted the worst insult I could have imagined from across the din of noisy teenagers, “Parrot-nose Hayburn!” I died.
In the late eighties, I had a nose that did not fit the beauty standards of the day. It probably still doesn’t, but I reached a point in my second decade of life when I decided to accept the nose God gave me. Still, in ninth grade, I had yet to reach that level of maturity, and I absolutely did not accept my nose. And apparently, no one else did either. I lived feeling ugly and less than for years. All on account of my nose.
In high school, I dreamed of the day when I would most certainly have lots of money and I would get a nose job—oh, bless my heart, if she could see me now (I do not have lots of money). I was determined to fix the flaw and find true happiness and contentment. In this, I would be beautiful.
What I discovered in my twenties was the futility of chasing after beauty. It changes constantly, and it will eventually fade completely.
I was at the grocery store yesterday. I have been going to this particular shop since we moved to Umhlanga almost six years ago. Most of the ladies who work there are familiar to me, and I to them. We smile and chat at the checkout lane. I am a regular customer. Yesterday, however, I had a new experience during checkout. After the young lady scanned my groceries, she looked at me and asked me if I got “the pensioner’s discount.” I was stunned.
To qualify for the pensioner’s discount, one would have to be sixty years old. Sixty. I am nowhere near sixty (not that there is anything wrong with being sixty). I chuckled and replied, “No.” I paid, and I left, feeling a little self-conscious as I walked to my car.
The reality of age and aging hit me pretty hard. And I think that, perhaps, there are other middle-aged women out there who might feel similar feelings.
My dermatologist was telling me about a procedure that can lift my eyelids and open my eyes to give my face a brighter look. I didn’t ask for my eyes to be lifted or how to give my face a brighter look. I didn’t realize I needed that. But clearly, I’m at an age where skin is sagging into my eyes, and my cheeks are sliding down toward my neck. And there are procedures to fix this. And, if I were to be one hundred percent honest with you, I can’t say I am completely opposed to the idea of brightening any part of my face by any means necessary. But, once again, such things will have to wait until I have lots of money.
We worship youth as if it were the fourth member of the Trinity. We discount gray hairs and roll our eyes at wrinkly hands—ours and others alike. We tuck women with the greatest wisdom and life experience out of sight and then platform smooth-skinned beauties who lack the weight of experience in their words. Age becomes a red flag on a resume, a perceived impediment toward progress. The unspoken message is, “the older you get, the less value you hold.”
But age is a gift! Where I am today, and the fact that my body is strong and capable and my mind is alert (minus the occasional brain fog), is an absolute gift from God. And the same goes for you. Just because you took a left turn into your forties or fifties or sixties and beyond, does not suddenly disqualify you because you don’t enter the room with the same youthful glow and firm body you had thirty years ago. You are more qualified now than you ever were!
Beauty is fleeting. It loves you today and will walk out on you tomorrow. The belief that you can only be loved, eligible, and accepted if the world deems you pretty enough or young enough is a conviction that will lead you to despair over and over again. There are no happy endings for those lost in the ever-elusive search for inimitable beauty.
But what if beauty was a who and not a what?
What if beauty were the rare and precious person sitting in your skin right now? That’s right, the person inside your skin!
The book of Proverbs gives us a couple of hints about the measure of beauty in God’s eyes.
Proverbs, chapter 31, verses 30 and 31 say, “Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised. Honor her for all that her hands have done, and let her works bring her praise at the city gate.”
Proverbs, chapter 16, verses 21 and 31 say, “The wise in heart are called discerning, and gracious words promote instruction. Gray hair is a crown of splendor; it is attained in the way of righteousness.”
A woman who fears the Lord is going to approach the full-length mirror in her closet with respect and admiration. Instead of observing all that is wrong, according to current beauty standards, she will see the hands that have held her babies, written dissertations, performed surgeries, and fed the poor. She will see legs that have given her freedom to move and run and be active, a smile that warms rooms and hearts, the stretch marks and soft curves she has earned through childbearing, and the flaws that make her uniquely her and one hundred percent human.
Gray hair sitting atop the head of an older woman is her crown of splendor. She has earned it. She can embrace it because it proclaims to the world, “This woman has a story or two to share!” And her stories instruct us, caution us, guide us, and inspire us.
These mirror reflections may not win a beauty contest, but they come with grace. They have discovered their voice. They are lovely for simply being.
I get outside and go for a run five out of seven days a week.
I avoid sugar Monday through Friday, and I enjoy dessert on the weekends.
I get my roots touched up every six weeks.
I wear a red-tinted lip balm…always…even when I am running.
I like to wear dresses, and I feel my best when I’m wearing make-up and I’ve done my hair.
I love getting pedicures, although I’m never consistent in my efforts.
And I have a serious skincare regimen that I do religiously.
All of the above may make me sound like a hypocrite. I am a firm believer in learning to love and accept the fleshly shell God has given me, and as much as I am convinced that true beauty and worth are intrinsic qualities of every woman, I still like to feel beautiful.
I’m not a hard-nose when it comes to doing things that add beauty and confidence. But what concerns me today is the relentless overdrive—by young and old alike—to attain youthful perfection. As Solomon states often throughout Ecclesiastes, “All of it is meaningless, a chasing after the wind” Ecclesiastes 1:14, NIV).
Ladies, let’s face it: one face-brightening procedure will only lead to another one, because time is going to keep marching all across our faces. Chasing youth and beauty is like chasing the wind.
I wonder, can we finally accept the parrot-nose? Can we come to grips with the ticking clock and embrace the beauty of each fine line and wrinkle that represents all the seasons we’ve passed through? Can we drown out the barrage of messages the world is screaming at us and replace them with a grounded perspective of the beauty of life all around us? Can we appreciate the sounds of birds chirping in the trees and the ocean waves crashing on the shore, and just for a moment, find deep soul-refreshing peace in living?
I hope so. Because, my friend, God says we are “fearfully and wonderfully made!” (Psalm 139). And I absolutely believe that!
[1] Alcott, Louisa May. Little Women. United States of America, Barnes and Noble, 1994, pp. 185–188.
[2] Alcott, Louisa May. Little Women. United States of America, Barnes and Noble, 1994, pp. 191.
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