this is my "little" sister tasmin.
she is a freshman in high school this year so saying the word "little" is very strange for me. so not only is she gorgeous but has a beautiful and unique name to go with it. i'd like to think i have a beautiful and unique name too but i know deep down it's not as cool as hers. anyway, my sister naturally has gorgeous curly hair kind of like the trendy singer right now Lorde. of course she hates it and wants to straighten her hair everyday and practically has a heart attack if one piece isn't perfect. i tell her (kindly) she's an idiot and is wasting her time. but then i start to remember what it was like when i was in high school. there was a particular group of girls at school that had their hair cut choppy and short, with razor etched bangs that were stiff from way too much product. they were the coolest girls in school and as pathetic as it sounds, i actually looked forward to seeing them each day just to study what they were wearing and try to replicate it. i don't know how but i was actually pretty cool in high school, i loved it and savored every minute of it. i guess the slaving at these girls feet really paid off. even as i write this post my brain is triggering the memory of that smell of burnt hair mixed with product. so gross, the way the smoke comes up and you hear the sizzle of your hair being totally burned and torched! so as tasmin is complaining about her hair to me i'm simultaneously having flashbacks of me slaving over that flat iron at 6:30am before school too. i was as guilty as she is!
me in high school with the coolest hair cut ever
so looking back though i wish i would have known the scripture i know now. i spent so much time trying to copy and change what was natural instead of focusing on God and what he thinks. my brain thinks of 1 samuel 16 where God tells samuel to not look at the appearance but look at the heart. “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” i don't regret my high school experience at all because it was amazing but i wish i would have looked more at the heart and not the body. it's wonderful to look back and see how God has molded me over the years for His glory. remembering my high school self and relating to tasmins current beauty obsession has been a powerful reflection for me. now i can help her embrace her curls but not taunt her for straightening it because you know what? we've all done it! i can only hope and pray that she sees her beauty and her worth from Christ and not from the cool girls walking by (like i did). it took me awhile to accept the way i look and all my imperfections, i just hope i can be a good example to her as shes in this stage. i'm thankful that i've learned that lesson for myself but can only smile and nod the next time she asks me how her hair looks. i know someday she will rock those Lorde curls and i'll be one proud sister.