Two days after my 30th birthday I wore red lipstick in public for the first time. Ever. This is particularly curious because as it turns out I have had the perfect red for my skin tone for years. Sitting unused in a cabinet.
Recently I’ve had the privilege of being in relationship with some amazing woman. The kind who want real vulnerability over perceived perfection. The kind who write their own fashion rules. They dance on dance floors yes, but also in the car or walking down the sidewalk, even if someone is watching. They are fearless pursuers of their dreams and they spur me on to greatness.
In the Christian subculture we often paint confidence as a sin in the face of humbleness. Somewhere along the way it became favorable to have the same kind of self-esteem issues as those without a Savior and we started passing it off as “Christ-like.”
But here’s the thing, I was made in the image of the Creator. I am a daughter of the King of Kings. He crafted me with unique talents, giftedness and beauty all my own. While I believe pride is a sin there’s a huge difference between pride and knowing your identity in Christ.
So I’m not sure what happened to me during the week leading up to my 30th birthday. But I know it has something to do with better understanding my identity in Christ and the woman around me who choose to be fabulous no matter what. So rock polka dots or a lot of pink. Let you hair go grey or color it all the shades of the rainbow. Find the perfect dress for your figure or embrace the summer and go sleeveless. And as for me, I’m choosing to be fabulous.
I’ll be easy to spot. Look for the thirty-year-old in the red lipstick.