I know the woman in the grocery store pushing the cart with the child in the top seat. I have soft terry pants like that, and though I can’t tell from this distance, I wonder if her old sweatshirt is getting holes at the cuffs and seams like mine, aging from all the washes. I’ve been this woman.
In another aisle I pass the woman carrying a couple of items in her arms. She breezes by with a fragrance sophisticated and richly feminine. She looks like she just came from an executive meeting, winning everyone with her charm. Could she be as brilliant as she is beautiful? I can only hope to be this woman.
What being an out-of-the-home working mom has taught me is that I can put forth a little more effort and feel tremendously different. If I feel different, then how differently will others perceive me?
I style my growing hair. (I do happen to have rollers from a post-partum drug-store visit for a massive amount of beauty supplies after our third child.) I wear mascara along with my other makeup. Occasionally I wear contacts. I now have a whole wardrobe that can hang-dry only, including many pairs of knee-highs. I bought a pair of boots (but do not plan to buy “skinny” jeans or “jeggings”).
Doing these small things, putting forth a little more fuss at the beginning of the day, reminds me that I am worth a little extra effort. I am valuable, and I don’t mind if others appreciate me, too. None of us really want to be invisible, do we?
Some days warrant the yoga/pajama garb, to be sure, but every day deserves a simple little beauty routine. Simple can mean lipgloss and earrings or curled hair and a dress.
Beauty is simple by nature, isn’t it?