Varicose veins. I have had them since my early twenties, possibly even teen years. I will have them for the rest of my life, unless I pay thousands to be rid of them. Which, I have to confess, has seemed like a viable option at times. However, when I stop to think about it, that would be the very definition of vanity at it's worst.
I also don't have the whitest teeth... they aren't bad, but could be better. I've thought about buying those white strip things, or some other form of whitening, other than toothpaste (cause Mike and I share toothpaste, and his teeth are more sensitive and whitening paste is hard on your enamel). For some reason, the thought of spending money on whitening my teeth seems far less appalling than spending money on fixing varicose veins. It also feels less vain. Is it just a money thing? Because it costs less? Or is it more. Maybe it's because teeth whitening is much more common and socially acceptable. Everybody does it... no biggie, right?
Mike and I frequently talk about being honest with ourselves, our friends, and our appearance. Meaning, trying to be true to who we are, and not put on a front as to appear to be something else. Yes, I take time getting myself cleaned up, doing hair and makeup each day, debating over what to wear, but I try to keep in mind as I do these things that they should not consume me, and they should not define me.
“I am not what I ought to be, I am not what I want to be, I am not what I
hope to be in another world; but still I am not what I once used to be,
and by the grace of God I am what I am.”
~
John Newton