The Vanity in my Makeup 

“There are no grades of vanity, there are only grades of ability in concealing it.”

Mark Twain, Notebook, 1898

I’ve been distracted lately, uncomfortably so. Newscasters, models in magazines, even those in public ministries, have me wondering why everyone is so glow-y. Their bronzed faces and merging strips of illuminator with blind-my-eyes brighter-than-white teeth must have been painted by a master Impressionist. Except I’m more impressed to cock my head like our dog Sage does when he’s bewildered and question, “Why is it all so extreme? Am I not okay, just as I am?”



Eye selfie with pastel chalks

I now realize why this bothers me so. I only thought I had used up my quota of vanity during my teenage years. Yes, this was a time when I reflect in horror all the summer days I wasted sun-up to sundown sunbathing on the lake with friends. One particular summer we treated it like a job as we were working on our tans, prepping for our church’s youth group trip to Florida.

Another great endeavor was my persistence in building a complete set of gargantuan hair rollers out of two sizes of orange juice cans. (Note to younger readers: we had no velcro rollers back then and the hair straighteners were more like cattle irons, sizzling away anything within its grasp.)

Of course, I’ll never forget entering high school my sophomore year and excitedly talking with a boy who was a big-time junior. Standing in the hallway between classes, he gazed into my eyes and finally said, “I like the way you do your eyelashes.”

Huh? I thought, tilting my head to the side confused. He likes the way I do my eyelashes? 

Not “Oh, what lovely eyes you have” or “your eyelashes are so long, so thick.”

No, he said it in such a way that he knew I had devoted twenty whole minutes that morning on this work of art, stroking on layers of mascara and painstakingly separating them until I got the desired effect.

Hmm, I was devoted to an effect.

It wasn’t until I reached my early twenties I realized the vainglory of it all. That’s when I met truly beautiful women with names like Winnie and Bertie at my new church and weekly Bible study. There were also women like Mary who had transformed her retired husband’s doctor’s clinic into a tea room and gathering place for women’s Bible studies.

Mary was choosing not to retire but offer a venue to transform other women’s lives. All of them were in their sixties and up. All of them were aglow, in love with Jesus, and their faces were illuminated by the richest beauty I’d ever seen. Obviously no bronzing products were needed.

I’ve carried that with me over the decades, firmly believing when I was their age, I might possess an nth of their glow. Only now I’m distracted by the pressure of others in pursuit of eternal youth. Not just men and women in their golden years, but those in their twenties, and sadly, those who are in their youth.

What does that say about the influence of vanity?

Well, it says I’m still influenced.

Several months ago when my ophthalmologist determined I had to begin eyedrops to prevent glaucoma, I asked a standard question, “Do the eyedrops have any side effects?”

“Yes,” she said, “your eyelashes will grow longer.”

I felt the curl of a smile creep up my cheeks, divulging my innermost thought: Finally a side effect I can live with! 

Dr. S explained that once the pharmaceutical company realized the side effect for treating patients for glaucoma with these eyedrops that the formula for Latisse was developed. She then listed the other possible side effects, like darkening on the lid and iris, but I no longer heard her. I was foreseeing my ultra-long eyelashes without the laborious efforts from my teenager years.

Yes, I determined, I still have plenty of vanity in my make-up.

Always before when I read in the book of Ecclesiastes “all is vanity,” I had interpreted that to mean “the futility and fruitlessness of humankind’s striving in worldly gains,” not so much as the “obsession of one’s appearance.” But doesn’t one lead to the other?

And that was my rub, the uncomfortable knowing that I could easily move from looking my best for His glory and my husband’s and grandchildren to looking my best for the world’s sake. Much like when I get a new skirt, all of a sudden everything else that might have gone with the skirt appears old, worn, unfashionable. So in keeping with the new item, new shoes/boots, shirt/sweater, purse/car must be bought. (See Not a Fashionista, Are You? for my dread of clothes shopping.)

This thinking leads me to wonder if I start having work done, possibly softening the deepening lines that point like arrows to my non-bulbous lips, won’t it only call more attention to the creases across my forehead and around my eyes?

How are we to live with our feet in this world and our eyes focused on another?

Pure Refreshment

Pure Refreshment

I am determined for me it’s discovering that balance in my heart and mind. I find beauty when looking out our kitchen window at the birds, lake and trees, watching grandchildren play peacefully, laughing at my husband’s corny jokes and ding-y friend’s thoughts. And the way those I love and admire have crinkles around their eyes like I do.

It’s also about my not judging others for what they’re choosing to do and what I might define as extreme for me. I know I won’t fall off the deep-end when I buy a jar of self-tanner or use a tray of teeth-whitener. And didn’t I wear braces for a year in the sixth-grade? I might even someday wish to “soften” some of my wrinkles. I just don’t want to make it my life’s work and be devoted to an effect.

To imagine hours in a waiting room, hours having it all done, and months for the more extreme makeovers, nightmarish visions haunt me. Okay, okay, I did get a chemical peel a few years ago that resurfaced a bit of those years when I worshipped the sun. Yet, those persistent wrinkles remain, and I simply can’t do the needle thing. Nor do I want to be one of those people my husband comments about when he says, “Well, he/she has had one too many facelifts.” He usually says this when he’s rubbing the deep furrows on my forehead (like that’s supposed to be a natural remedy). Those lines are from my being too expressive, so I simply wear bangs and keep being expressive.

Sure, I wouldn’t mind looking like Jane Fonda when I’m her age. However, considering all the work she has had done, I have decided her regime is a bit too severe especially since she says she doesn’t eat sugar. I do and have no plans to give it up.

Yet, I realize our younger generations can’t go back to the days when we saw people as people with their character-building weathered exteriors that simply veiled their true selves underneath–the good, the bad and the ugly.


“A Thanksgiving Meal” with a new friend–93–Mr. Bill

Yet, somehow, someway, I want to honor those whose true beauty lives large in their depth of character, their true shine—like Betty at my church. A widowed octogenarian, Betty is gracious, beautiful and vital in her relationship with the Lord and those in her midst. I recognize what she’s advertising because I see its effect.

Or my grandmother, Momalee, who showed me what mothers do for their families and secured me during my childhood’s fractured world. She lived to be ninety-seven, and I don’t remember one wrinkle on her face. I was too affected by her expression of delight each time she saw me.

“He has made everything beautiful in its time.”  Ecclesiastes 3:11

Let this be your time to live beautifully, and think on those things that are lovely.

Philippians 4:4-9 is perfect for memorizing during times like this.

This is one of my first posts written a few years ago. I am sending it out again to honor Betty Fowler who now gets to live for eternity with our Lord. Yet, her beauty and vitality for life lives on through those who knew her. Our love and prayers for her children and family.

The power of prayer.

The beauty of prayer.

8 thoughts on “The Vanity in my Makeup 

  1. “How wonderful to be wise,
    to analyze and interpret things.
    Wisdom lights up a person’s face,
    softening its harshness.”
    Ecclesiastes 8:1

    A great piece by a beautiful and wise friend who radiates true beauty!


  2. I enjoyed this post, Ann, because it is so human, so real, so wise. While most of us try to persuade ourselves that looks don’t matter, the average U.S. woman spends $15K on cosmetics in her lifetime! While I’m much too frugal to contribute my share to that mass consumption, it’s hard to pass up a $3-off coupon for a kit that will temporarily hide my grey or a tube that will enhance my pale lips. I am regularly discouraged that my once-lush eyelashes are now scarce, and whiskers above my lips grow faster than the thin spot at the crown of my head. Next to my makeup mirror is a plaque (a miniature monument in fake gold leaf) that each day reminds me: “Beauty is just a light switch away.” I increasingly understand bromides like “Life is short. Smile while you still have teeth.”

    But the core of your message is more important than that. Like you, while I have some very attractive friends, (some are blessed with a natural beauty; others skillfully create illusions of natural or artistic beauty), the most memorable beautiful women I’ve met are relatively unconcerned with their exteriors. Yet their inner beauty never fails to attract and inspire me, reminding me of a quote by Elisabeth Kubler-Ross: “People are like stained-glass windows. They sparkle and shine when the sun is out, but when the darkness sets in, their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within.”

    Thank you, bless you, Ann, for sharing your light from within.


    • Mary, So true and I love the quotation. Too many mirrors, too many changes on magazine photos and we miss living, striving for acceptance for a physical appearance that isn’t true and what is fades. We get to embrace our years in spite of those extra annoying distractions because 1) self-focus for me is mind-numbing, 2) never really appears natural after a while, 3) there is so much more we can do with all that time and money. Thank you for being so seeping past the superficial. I love Jill’s verse she quoted above in her comment which is so true: “How wonderful to be wise,
      to analyze and interpret things.Wisdom lights up a person’s face,softening its harshness.” Ecclesiastes 8:1
      Thank you for reading and replying. Love your wisdom.


  3. Love it. Have you seen the painting of a woman looking into her “vanity” mirror, that also can be viewed as a picture of a skull? You made me think of it. Wow. 🙂


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