You allllllllll. It is 4:01pm on Saturday afternoon, and I’m so happy to report that I’m still in my pajamas. Well, and a little embarrassed but mostly happy. Now I’m debating whether to continue watching season 1 of Psych or pay a visit to my good friend Ann Taylor Loft. I know, this is a riveting, ground-breaking decision but I’m just so happy about the pajama thing that I can’t think straight.
Speaking of Ann Taylor Loft, let’s talk about Pintrest (you might think they are unrelated but oh you just wait, my friend. you. just. wait.). Have you discovered the wonder that is Pintrest? It’s basically like a virtual bookmarks page for all your favorite things, so at first glance, it seems redundant. But without Pintrest, how would I find fabulous things like these:
or my new favorite:
(If you ever ask me where I live or where I am, I am totally going to reference that quote above)
So yah, Pintrest is amazingness. However, Pintrest is also dangerous. In addition to ideas for crafts and recipes and things that make me LOL, there are also a lot of “motivational” weight loss pins. Some are kind of helpful in putting things in perspective (“No matter how slow you go, you’re still lapping everyone on the couch”); others are downright mean (letters on the fridge spelling out, “Walk away, fatty!”). On top of that, I’ve seen a lot of pins with skinny women and the comments below them say something like, “My goal weight!” or “I wish I looked like her.”
That, coupled with totes adorbs pins like these:
leave me hoping in outward appearances for my acceptance.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m definitely one of those people who could use some of that motivation to lose a few pounds myself. I get where these ladies are coming from and sometimes, when food is a big problem, maybe we need to be a little harder on ourselves in order to be more disciplined. But I also know that looking at pictures of skinny, air-brushed women and lamenting the fact that I don’t look or dress like them that tend to distort my perspective. I start attributing all of my problems to my waistline, like this: “Maybe if I lost more weight and wore more jewelry and had nicer clothes and a better haircut or wore more makeup or always had on nail polish… maybe I’d be married by now or people at work would take me more seriously or I would have more friends.”
That part is whack, man. Yes, one should eat healthy and take care of one’s body and look clean and polished in professional settings and if you can’t even take care of some basic grooming habits or know how to dress yourself, well, things will be different for you is all I’m saying. But it’s a lie to say that my clothes or nails or hair should determine the quality of my relationships.
I’ve been reflecting on the truth of 1 Peter 3:3-4:
Do not let your adorning be external—the braiding of hair and the putting on of gold jewelry, or the clothing you wear — but let your adorning be the hidden person of the heart with the imperishable beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which in God’s sight is very precious.
Scripture does not say that we should not dress up or work out. However, God does say that we shouldn’t find our hope in such things. So maybe while I’m shopping at Ann Taylor Loft, I should remember that my joy is not made complete in the cute cardigans or darling dresses, but in Christ alone.
(If I have to tell you the caption for this picture, we can’t be friends).
If you need me, I’ll be at the corner of Awesome and Bombdiggity. Happy Saturday!