You may have noticed something’s a little different about me. Namely:
- I don’t cut my hair
- I wear knee-length skirts (or longer)
- I avoid makeup
Let me start by saying: it is not my religion that makes me live this way, it is my relationship with Christ. My religion is made up of two things: caring for those in need (homeless, fatherless and widows – more thoughts on that here) and caring for myself as the temple of the Lord. My relationship with God is the unique standard by which I live my life. I don’t live under the law, but grace and love, which I express in reciprocation through the way I live- a set apart life style.
I beseech you therefore, brethren, by the mercies of God, that ye present your bodies a living sacrifice, holy, acceptable unto God, which is your reasonable service.And be not conformed to this world: but be ye transformed by the renewing of your mind, that ye may prove what is that good, and acceptable, and perfect, will of God.
This is something that I have chosen for my life because of my ardent desire to live a lifestyle that is holy and acceptable unto the Lord. I AM NOT SAYING that I think you will “go to hell” if you don’t live by these standards. Salvation rests very securely in the hands of the Lord alone. I’m just explaining the why behind my own life.
This is a topic I could passionately rave about for hours on end, but I don’t want to keep you here for that long.. you may feel kidnapped and not want to come back. So I’ve narrowed each topic down as much as possible with some spiritual and some carnal reasoning. Hopefully this doesn’t turn into a decade long ramble. 🙂
Why I Don’t Cut My Hair
I used to take my long hair for granted. I found it annoying and frustrating and tiresome and a big bother overall. There was too much of it and I had no clue what to do with it. But as I started battling illness, my hair started thinning. I didn’t notice it much at first, but as the days went by, my hair continued to become shorter and thinner from breakage and fall out. One day, I was looking in the mirror and realized that my hair was half its old length and about a quarter of its thickness.
I’ll admit it. I sobbed. That was probably the first moment when I realized just how sick I was. As far back as I can remember, I never had struggles growing my hair and was only annoyed by how much and how fast. Now, suddenly (well not-so-suddenly, but it felt suddenly), I was among the ranks of women whom I’d seen tear up and mourn the loss of their hair due to various illnesses.
From that day forward, I purposed to take better care of my hair. Which brings me to my second reason:
When I realized that I was taking for granted a gift from God, I made a covenant with Him to take better care of it. Scripture says that a woman’s hair is her glory (1 Cor. 11:15) and is symbolic of her submission to God and the men over her life (1 Cor. 11:6-12… submission: a highly debated topic for another time 😉 ). I vowed to take care of my hair and treasure this gift.
Now I take vitamins and nourish these brown locks with oils after each wash. I don’t use a brush (only a wide tooth comb) and I’ve stopped teasing it and curling/straightening it except on rare occasions. I don’t dye/perm it, and am doing my best to embrace its natural unruliness. Finally, I don’t cut it, because every inch of it is valuable, no matter how long it gets. By all appearances, I have very healthy hair. It’s still falling out and breaking, which breaks my heart, but it’s in God’s hands. I’m doing the best I can, the rest is up to Him.
(Edit One Year Later: Because of the massive volume of requests, I finally wrote a post about my hair care routine. I’m so pleased to say that my hair has grown lengths and bounds since I wrote this post a year ago, in November of 2015. You can read about how I did it here!)
Why I Wear Skirts
I am a woman. I am so very proud of how God has designed me in a feminine way, according to His original plan. True pride in one’s gender means to embrace the strengths and limitations of it (example of strengths: ability to empathize and see the grand picture; example of weaknesses: nagging tendencies and monthlies. Need I say more?). I want to look as much the part as I can because I love who I am.
The woman shall not wear that which pertaineth unto a man, neither shall a man put on a woman’s garment: for all that do so are abomination unto the Lord thy God.
I know there are pants for women and pants for men, personally I just don’t feel it’s enough of a difference. Anyhooo, I wear skirts because they’re the most widely recognized symbol of a female in our culture. I wear longer skirts for modesty purposes. I’m not particularly fond of showing thighs and bums. I don’t think it’s attractive or classy. I like class. I’ll stick with class.
Aside from that, skirt-wearing is not a weakness. I feel powerful in skirts (I am female, hear me nag!.. just kidding, just kidding!!! 😉 ) because I feel natural in them. Of course, this comes with practice and you have to learn how to be modest in them (like when you’re laying on the ground at work, trying not to pass out and have your feet propped up on a chair: hint, tuck the back of the skirt between your legs, it’ll stay up). When you get used to wearing them, skirts aren’t a nuisance.
FAQ of the Skirt Wearer:
Don’t your legs get cold?
My legs, strangely enough, rarely get cold. If they do, I just throw on some tights or knee-high socks and call it a day.
What do you wear to bed or to work out?
This varies for all skirt wearers, but I wear pants to bed and to workout at home. I usually go for the baggy sweats, because personally I don’t like to have my bum hanging out. When I’m working out in public, I either wear gauchos (really, really loose pants) or a runner’s skirt (a skirt with leggings attached).
The best and most used answer I give to any question is that annoying phrase my mom always says: where there’s a will, there’s a way.
Why I Avoid Makeup
I was raised to appreciate the natural beauty God gave me. I’m not saying I’m drop dead gorgeous, I’m saying that I feel beautiful because I know I was designed by the hand of our Creator. Each flaw (and I do have plenty) each blemish (I’m afraid to count the number of zits on my face right now) is just a reflection of my humanity. It’s my heart and actions that actually reflect myself, and both were designed to serve the Lord.
For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus unto good works, which God hath before ordained that we should walk in them.
Aside from that, I want to mention that I feel really awkward in makeup. It feels like putting on someone else’s face. I don’t like not recognizing myself in a mirror. I do wear makeup for theater (though it’s been some time since I’ve had the energy for that). But that is simply for the purpose of appearing to have a face from the audience’s point of view. heh
The very biggest thing I can say about not wearing make up: ohemgee I sure do save a lot of money.
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And that about wraps up the simplified version of why I don’t cut my hair, wear skirts and avoid makeup. If you have questions or want more details, please feel free to comment or send me an email. I’d love to ramble on some more. 😉
What are your thoughts on caring for our hair, skirts and makeup? (Keep it friendly, y’all 😀 )