I used to think beauty was about the perfect routine and filtered results—then I became a mom, and suddenly, beauty looked a whole lot more like grace, five-minute makeup routines, and learning to love the face that’s doing its best every day.
Seeing myself in the bathroom mirror—messy hair, hormonal acne, no makeup—and still feeling beautiful? That’s a different kind of glow.
Now, I view beauty through the lens of my three boys, who think I’m beautiful no matter what. That perspective shift has changed the way I speak about myself… and even the way I do my makeup.
I don’t wear makeup because I think I need it anymore. I wear it because it’s fun. I wear it to enhance the features that already make me feel beautiful.
Motherhood has taught me a confidence I never had before.
I mean—how can you not feel confident when your little ones tell you how beautiful you look in your “church outfit” or compliment your new hairstyle like it’s red carpet-worthy?
Beauty, to me, isn’t tied to a number on a scale anymore.
It’s something deeper. A light that shines from the inside out. I used to think that sounded cliché… until I had my own kids and realized I needed to believe it if I was going to teach it.
I think of my sons and the future women who will one day hold their hearts—girlfriends, fiancées, wives. I pray for them every night. I pray they’ll know how beautiful they are, and that they’ll never feel they need to fix something to be worthy of love.
Makeup enhances, a good hairstyle flatters, and a cute outfit can definitely boost your day—but if your heart isn’t secure, confident, and aware of its worth, all the other stuff is just fluff. It fades.
I had to learn to feel beautiful without makeup. And for way too many years, makeup was my mask. Now? It’s just a fun way to express myself.
I had to walk through those insecure seasons to get here. And my hope—my prayer—is that you, dear reader, will come to know your worth too. That you’ll realize you are absolutely beautiful just as you are.
