There are dark, monstrous self-image problems snarling in my past. I hated my face and felt the need to drag myself behind a mask of makeup every day…a mask I loved and hated and served. The shame I felt is called as dysmorphia—it is embraced by us and overcome by Christ.
Today, the only makeup I wear is mascara and occasional eyeliner. Sometimes I smear foundation all over my face again, but every single time, I shake my head at my reflection and wipe it off. I was created by God, not Mary Kay. And His image is nothing but beautiful. <3
