I know that I am not alone when I say that some days, I just don't feel pretty. I am not sure if it is hormonal, my perspective that day, the weather, the lighting, or simply the mirror's honesty.
It seems that these days most frequently occur on Sunday mornings.
Last Sunday was one of them. Jared and I have discussed these "non-pretty" days before, so at this point all I have to do is sigh, and say "It's just one of those days, Honey," and he knows exactly what I'm talking about.
So on the way to church, I told him it was one of those days, even though I was wearing a new shirt that I was initially really excited about. But today, it hung all wrong and was not flattering in the least. What had I been thinking when I bought it?
First, he assured me that I was, in fact, beautiful. Then he said, "I look at clothes like tools. I use my tools to fix a problem on the car. Women use clothes to fix a "beauty problem." You need the right one to get the job done. Every morning you wake up with a different beauty problem, that needs a different tool to fix. But it's not only clothes in a woman's toolbox. Make-up is like the Armor-All. Fingernail polish is like the car paint (well, literally). And so on. If you don't have the right tool, the problem won't be fixed right."
Very insightful, Honey. I love your mind.