A rat’s nest.
The world has brought its perceptions of me through a kaleidoscope. My hair is a conversation piece.
Sometimes I wake up to a rat’s nest. This accusation sticks with me as I pile products onto my hair and my life. Gotta calm the frizz, gotta straighten the living room, and for heaven’s sake, where is my hat? And then there are those times when I thank God for making my hair curly because I don’t have but 30 seconds to throw it unto a ponytail.
These are the words that people have used to describe my body. There have been time when I heard skinny louder than thin and I searched for horizontal stripes. Of course, having two babies has silenced some of the uglier words…these words have hurt in the past until I realized why they were spoken.
I also learned that how I feel makes me see others with comparable words shifting in my own kaleidoscope.
Yes, my skin. God has wrapped me in skin that won’t tan and is so thin, you can see my veins in some places. Not exactly the exotic skin so popular today. Maybe if I get enough freckles it will look like a tan…
How many times have I heard I need a tan, and need to be this weight and have that hair? What is need to our culture but a misunderstood word?
A good writer.
Poor in grammar.
I have been accused of being all of these things.
In truth, I am the shape God made me. And when I see through his eyes, I see the world as beautiful. He makes beautiful things, and if that includes unusual shapes and designs, it’s because we were made to fit into a certain place, so that when He is finished, all of the pieces will fit together as one.
A kaleidoscope is not truth. It’s not about the way the world interprets me or you. It’s about the Designer and the word that He calls us: Loved.
For you created my inmost being; you knit my together in my mother’s womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. Psalm 139:13-14