Shoddy Reflection of Deity
I know. The one-hundred-twenty-dollar jeans and the Name-brand, form-fitting shirt and the Sparkly, hangy-down things from the cute little crocheted hat... All that stuff draws attention to itself. The Birkin bag and shiny, high-heeled crocs Serve as tempting distractions, Drawing the eyes and the Mind away from what the bling disguises, What the make-up hides, What the glitter and highlights transform into an Icon: The image we all strive to attain. But try to see past all that. Because underneath the grimy Filter of fashion and Caked-on cosmetics lies a Person, just like you and me, with Feelings, and family, and Purpose. Beauty is only skin-deep. It fades. But once the pesky prettiness is Washed away, what Remains is precious.