In college, people told me that I looked like Meg Ryan. I kept my hair a little lighter, then, and I flipped it out in the back. I appreciated the comment. Meg Ryan is attractive and playful.
Recently, a woman at Seth’s church told me that I resemble Princess Diana. It was a flattering compliment and I can only hope that my hair isn’t as big a
s I remember hers being.
Sweet, right? I think it’s pretty cool that other people think I look like these beautiful women. And I can’t help but think back to the days when all the church people in my life thought that it was most important to look a certain way, dress a certain way, etc. There were a lot of dos and don’ts. (PS: I’m glad He set me free!) There’s something to be said of dressing modestly. I don’t follow rules, but I try to think of it this way: “Does this harm anyone?” If my clothes would make it extra difficult for a man to keep a pure mind, I don’t buy it/wear it. I remember, though, growing up, people always saying that the Bible says that a woman should not “adorn” herself in men’s clothing. This meant that a woman should not wear pants.
As Tara Leigh Cobble once said, “This, to me, would be the equivalent of saying, ‘When you become a Christian, don’t dance, don’t drink, and don’t have premarital sex. This is how you act when you love Jesus.’ Legalism seems like an attempt to showcase the effects of love, apart from the Object of love.” I, instead, hope to resemble I Peter 3. 3,4: “3Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. 4Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a 
gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight.” While I do care for my body, the temple of God, I rely on my inner beauty to please God. He doesn’t worry about how I look. He does, however, love to see my inner beauty acted out. He thinks it invaluable. He loves when I exercise His gentleness–when I deny my urge to be an annoying, boisterous, judgmental person and, instead, love others with the love He has given me. He loves it when He gets to love through me. (I’ve known others who lived a life like this: my grandma, specifically.)
So, it is my hope that, one day, strangers will walk up to me and say, “Hey, you resemble Christ! I can just see Him in you, shining through that imperfect skin of yours. You act just like Him!”