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It’s A Bad Hair Day: A Lesson in True Beauty

September 13th, 2011 by Cindy - 8 Responses

It is the bane of my existence. A love-hate relationship. And way too often the source of my identity.

What, you ask? …. My hair.

I came into this world on November 19, 1967, with a head full of black curly hair — looked just like my chubby Grandma Rosie Maniscalco Mondello.

My mother tells me that her first words when she saw me were, “Look at all that hair!!” And ever since then, it has been the thorn in my side.

I never had pretty, silky curls. I’d describe it more like frizzy, coarse, it-always-looks-damaged (even when it isn’t) hair. And though I love my Italian daddy dearly, this is one inheritance I could have skipped out on.

Actually, as a little girl, it wasn’t that awful. It grew very long and I wore it in a pony tail most days. But then came the day when I wanted my mom to “cut it off!” and since about age 13, it’s been a constant battle. I’ve cut it short, grown it long, highlighted, colored, and gone au naturel. I’ve burned up more blow dryers than I can count, used hot rollers, flat irons and the like. One day my sister looked at my collection of brushes and combs and asked, “How many brushes does it take for one little girl to dry her hair?” On that particular day, it was four. Big round, small round, flat brush, paddle brush.

I won’t even get started on all the different products I’ve tried!

Recently, I decided to take the plunge and spend an embarrassing amount of money on a treatment that was guaranteed to give me the smooth and silky locks I’ve always dreamed of. I just knew I would leave the salon that day with “Christie Brinkley hair”! Well, let’s just say, it didn’t quite play out like that. I mean, the first week it was easier to dry and style. But within about four weeks, that top-shelf 12-week treatment was just about gone. Like it never even happened.

Now, let me just say that I do not blame my hair stylist. She is wonderful and has gone out of her way to make sure I’ve gotten the full value in services of what I paid. Who I’m upset with is me. One would think that an almost 44-year-old woman who is a licensed therapist and head of a ministry for women would have grown into a little bit more self-acceptance than this. And in many, many ways, I have. But let’s just say there is always room for growth.

I can easily be tempted to believe–like 98% of the women around the world–that I am not beautiful. We — you, me, RPC clients, and sisters around the globe — believe we need to be taller, shorter, skinnier, or curvier–or have better hair–to be worthy of acceptance and love. To be considered beautiful. It’s a worldwide epidemic and not an easy one for us to avoid.

But the reality is…. none of it really matters, including better hair. What we need are “better hearts”…. healed hearts…. hearts that believe that the unique design God used in creating us is perfect. Beautiful.

There is a Veggie Tales® story called Sweetpea Beauty, where Sweetpea knows that what’s on the inside matters most, but the insecure Queen can’t see past her own reflection. At one point, Prince Larry asks Sweetpea how she sees beauty in everything. She replies, “I don’t know. It’s God who sees beauty in everything. I just choose to agree with Him.”

I wonder what would happen if women embraced Sweetpea’s perspective. We can stand in front of the mirror all day long and like or not like what we see. We can lose weight or gain weight, cut our hair or grow it long. In the end what matters most is that we have a heart that is captivating to Him.

The following music video is Nichole Nordeman singing, “Beautiful For Me”…. a song written from the perspective of God, a song that the artist wrote to “capture how much He adores us and how we captivate Him because He made us in His image.”

I hope it blesses you on this day. You are Beautiful.

 

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8 Responses to “It’s A Bad Hair Day: A Lesson in True Beauty”

CkmondelloSeptember 13th, 2011 at 10:23 pm

Awww, thank you sweet Bethaney. I miss you too!! How is Raleigh? Are you working at the bank still, just different location?

AHSeptember 14th, 2011 at 12:52 am

Great message that every girl needs to hear! Thanks for your honesty and openness Cindy! Your beauty shines through each time you share!

CindySeptember 14th, 2011 at 1:21 am

Amy, you are too sweet! I think I’ll write a book called “Confessions of a Crazy Counselor”….I realize that most of my posts are about all my issues… and trust me, I’ve got plenty of them!! 🙂

AnonymousJanuary 7th, 2012 at 1:18 am

I think that YOU are beautiful just as you are. In fact, your inner beauty shines through and makes you even more so.

I can honestly say that I will never achieve the outer beauty that some may achieve, and honestly it’s simply too much trouble for me to try makeup and hair products….I’m simply a wash and go kind of girl. But it’s the inner beauty that I strive to achieve, the beauty that draws others to me, and ultimately makes them want to know God more. Just like people that I have been drawn to in the past because of that.

Honestly the outer beauty, often times makes me doubt another’s love and care and true intentions when I feel like they are looking down on me for not being perfect, and looking as well as them. But the inner beauty and strength that accompanies it, well it speaks volumes and makes me wish that one day I would be able to represent that to others.

Susan SullivanNovember 8th, 2012 at 7:22 pm

Thank you for your sharing your transparent heart. It was a blessing to read such a beautiful testimony of God’s grace and redeeming love. I experienced many of the same feelings as a young girl growing up, although my dealt with other aspects of my body. I spent many years searching for just the right mask to cover what I saw as imperfection in my own life. I am thankful that no mask is available for us before Our Father. May God continue to bless you and your ministry!

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