Let me tell y’all about this little selfie on the right… This picture gave me so many ideas for a photo shoot but I decided to chill. Lol because I’m so extra BUT I wanted to take this photo in this moment because I was just loving my face. I was like, “Sis, you are a bomb bare face. What took you so long to notice?”
Most people who know Brooke, know that she’s known for a super cute and comfy outfit, a beat face and some bomb lashes that she’ll try to wear with her thick ole glasses. From about 2010-2016, there would never be a time where you saw Brooke without make-up. It just wasn’t a thing. I felt like being pretty or hearing the compliments I needed to make me feel good, required a good ole beat before I left that house. Chile, I was waking up 2-3 hours earlier than usual to beat my face and to be acceptable and presentable for wherever I was going. It could be the gym and Y’all know I barely go there, why in the actual heck did I have the nerve to put on make-up to go.
I’ve been the girl who didn’t feel pretty. I’ve been the girl who felt like she didn’t look like all of the other beautiful girls who get chose or who makes it or who people look at as the example of beauty. It’s been something that I’ve fought with for years, and I’ve come out of it pretty well but never fully embraced on the inside. On the surface, I was “Fake It Farrah.” “Oh yeah, I know I’m cute without make-up. I don’t need it.” On the inside, I felt like I was crumbling and fighting to fixate the false facade that in which I had to convince myself.
Have you ever taken a moment to just look at yourself? A simple look in the mirror to see you and not one of those deep soul on the inside looks but to examine your the shape of you, your face, your skin, your “imperfections,” all of it. Seeing what you REALLY look like and not what or who you want to look like? I’ve been there. For years, I was a comparison type of girl, and when something didn’t match up to what I believed was the standard of beauty, I got in my Corolla Benz and headed to the nearest Mac or Sephora. Trying to meet that standard with products and not purpose. It wasn’t until I decided to identify my identity in Christ that I began to accept the beauty of who I am…
On a recent trip to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, make-up wasn’t an option. Getting in pools, dipping in the beach, flexin’ in the heat, (#BARS), didn’t allow me to use my extra accessory for a good four days and boy, was that good for me! Not even because my skin needed a break, but it was a time to embrace the beauty of which I have been so graciously blessed.
Throughout this trip, I took a good look at myself, and I saw a beauty that I don’t think I’ve ever seen before. I saw how God hand-crafted my unique face with this beautiful caramel skin. I reflected on how he united my parents to be the vessel to carry the gift that would be me. My entire appearance was on purpose. God DESIGNED me and every ingredient that was necessary to create who I am today was mixed so well to form a perfect being.
It’s such a beautiful feeling to rest in the thing I was fighting to embrace. Lord knows I was struggling. Seriously, y’all want to know a funny story? I’m just going to assume you said yes. So I call myself embracing it and FaceTiming, “guy friends” without make-up but Baby listen, if that lighting was right, guess who was ending that FaceTime quick chile. I had to be at the right angle with the right light and everything… haha… That is so dumb… But I’m in a place now where I know that when I accept who Brooke is, the perfectly fashioned beauty and creation of God, I will walk boldly knowing that no mistakes were made when God created me and I am HIS beautiful being. Being created by God is the standard of beauty.
I love this beautiful caramel, sun-kissed skin chile… I’m real cute… and I LOVE IT! I’m sure there are days when I won’t feel as pretty or attractive. I’m human so that the comparison will come. However, it is up to me to rely on the source of my being… Knowing that He makes all things perfect and He made no mistakes on me… So I am fearfully and wonderfully FREE.
Psalms 139: 14 | I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
your works are wonderful; I know that full well.
P.S. Ladies, a little side note… Listen, the man who is supposed to love you, you know your BOAZ, He will think you are the most beautiful being on this earth… So any man who doesn’t consider you’re gorgeous, he ain’t the one… BOY BYE.