I had a college friend who hated her straight black Asian hair. I think of her often because of my daughter, Megan.

Megan has gorgeous hair like my friend did. She doesn’t like it though. She wants curly hair.

When she starts complaining about it I tell her to repeat five times, “I love my straight thick shiny black hair.”

When we’re obsessed with changing something about ourselves we detest, it distracts us from what’s important, puts us on all sorts of rabbit hunts that waste our energy, and hinders us from realizing what we do have.

I am going to admit something:

I’ve always wanted princess hair. You know, the kind that flows down the princess’s back, is wavy, thick and shiny. It looks like spun gold.

When I was 5, I threw a coin into a fountain wishing for long blond hair and blue eyes. I had a cousin who had these traits. I would see her and sigh inside knowing I could never be pretty with my straight fine brown hair and odd-colored eyes.

I wish I could go back and tell that little girl that she’s pretty and that her hair is exactly the way God wanted it to be. I look at pictures of me as a little girl and I was adorable. I just never knew it.

I cried many tears over my fine hair over the years. I got perms when I was in junior high and high school. In college I wore banana clips and ratted my hair so it looked big. And I have no idea how much money I wasted on all the products that promised me thick luxurious hair.

Fast forward to age 43. Even now, if I suddenly grew princess hair I’d let it grow to Rapunzel-like proportions. 

This isn’t going to happen.

Another admission: I have a ratty old sweater I wear daily.

It’s a dark grey cardigan that reaches my knees. It has a couple of holes, but it used to have more. I patched them.

My oldest daughter hates it. She walks about two feet behind me when we’re in public.

Why do I like it?

It’s comfortable and warm. It can serve as a blanket. It goes well with my jeans. And it reminds me of someone I knew from a TV show who always wore long coats. She was cool. And I feel kind of groovy wearing my long mysterious sweater.

Yet another admission: appearance is important (but not in the way many mean when they say this).

We have to like the way we look. Whatever that means to you, it needs to happen for you to be confident in who God made you to be. 

There is power in being content within. You can get past yourself.

Sunday I took my daughter’s cell phone to Samuel the phone guy. He worked miracles.

My daughter left with a working phone. He was fun to be around because he was confident in what he was doing and really wanted to solve our problem.

So much of the junk we humans get caught up in when dealing with other humans falls off when we are content and confident. We have nothing to prove. We can just help others with the skills and talents we have.

If content and confident don’t describe you, you need to get these qualities. You owe it to yourself and others.

(By the way, for the sake of my family I’m searching for a replacement sweater.)

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