It took several decades, but I've come to a life-changing conclusion.
God made me the way he wants me to be, and that's good enough. It all started at the drugstore, one of my all-time favorite places.
There's something about a drugstore that screams "luxury." There are aisles dedicated to makeup, perfume, beauty magazines, self-tanning products, chocolate, jewelry and unfortunately, hair color.
Why do I say unfortunately? Allow me to explain. Last week, I realized that my hair had more than a few gray strands in it. (Some women look stunning with gray hair; I'm not one of them.) Deciding it was time for a cover-up, I went to the drugstore with my husband, Bob, and daughter, Val, in tow.
Making a beeline for the brunette section, I was met with 100 different shades of brown. There was sable, mahogany, walnut, hazelnut, chestnut, espresso, redwood, rosewood, coffee bean, shimmering bark, maple sugar, bronze, sunlit sand, and the list went on.
At first I tried to match my natural color. I had always considered it to be medium brown. As it turns out, I'm somewhere in the "shimmering mahogany maple sand" area.
Then, my eyes wandered toward the blacks. The names were more exotic than the browns.
There was onyx, ebony sapphire, starry night, black velvet and midnight diamond.
Picking up a box, I asked Bob and Val what they thought.
"I'm not sure, Mom," Val, a former cosmetologist, said. "That'll be really dark on you. You might not like it."
I looked at my husband.
"Well, Kim," he said, "That's pretty, but I think your hair is beautiful the way it is." (Do I have him trained well, or what?)
After carefully considering their counsel, I decided to ignore it and grabbed a box of the "Midnight Diamond." A few hours later, post-coloring, I looked in the mirror and groaned. The super dark color just looked wrong on me.
Heading back to the drugstore, I purchased a box of light brown color, hoping it would lighten up the black. It didn't.
Drugstore trip No. 3: I bought a product designed to remove color molecules without using harmful chemicals. (It was a good choice because one more product would have fried my hair for sure.)
Fortunately this product worked, returning me to my original "shimmering mahogany maple sand."
I learned my lesson. God made me with a particular skin tone, eye color and hair color.
All of them are just right. Do you ever feel like you're not good enough? Just remember the Creator of the Universe created you.