It wasn’t my high school graduation. I wore a blue-velvet dress with a see-through panel for my waist, trimmed with sequins. (These were the 90s, so be gentle.) My hair was curled, I posed for pictures.
It wasn’t one of my first dates with Brian. I was 19, bold in my push-up bra and red lipstick, in a carefully selected little black dress from Express and sky high heels, headed off to a spring banquet, drinking Diet Coke through a straw.
It wasn’t my wedding day. I wore a princess-style gown, surrounded by yards of tulle, my hair was perfectly demure beneath my veil, my lipstick understated, I had on fake-nails and my sun-kissed glow was even faker.
No, the days of my greatest beauty are the days that didn’t require a professional working my skin and hair or a certain size dress or a pair of industrial Spanx.
Also, filed under Things That Are So Far Out Of My Comfort Zone, It’s Practically Ridiculous, there is this. Yep. That’s me on a video chat, talking about Pinterest with Rachel Held Evans, Laura Leonard, Rachel Marie Stone, and Sarah Pulliam Bailey for Christianity Today’s blog for women called Her.meneutics.