Style has always been a difficult concept for me. As a girl who struggled with being confident in her own skin, let alone clothing to display the body I was born with, in the past I have hidden in my clothes. As I’ve grown, I’ve had to come to terms with how I look, and the reality that style isn’t simply a surface level description of who are. Style is and has become my outward expression of who God made me to be.
I’ve never been a frilly girl; I like clean lines, neutral colors, and stripes. I wear little jewelry and I like natural make up with pops of color on my lips. I have piercings and tattoos that subtly point to who I believe God has shaped me into. A cross adorns my right wrist, “worthy” is on my left. I have the Hebrew word “selah” on my foot, reminding me to be still and reflect on what God has done.
I want my style to point people to Jesus. I want them to know by looking at me that my heart is for what troubles theirs, that I’m creative and open to what the Holy Spirit can do, and that I value my body enough to continually work towards health. I want them to know that while I like looking good, helping people work through the crap that brings them down makes me feel better.
I believe that style is confidence, grace, understanding, self-worth, and the ability to sit with people in their messy. It’s not the perfect contour, the best vibrant lip color, or the biggest and smoothest hair. Style is looking good, but reflecting the good of the Creator who has made us, shaped us, and molded us.