I grew up a tomboy which then turned into being classified as a “plain Jane” as I got older. The term “plain Jane” is defined as having qualities that are simple, modest, or basic. When I think about myself, I would definitely agree that my style is pretty unflashy. I have wanted to wear basketball shorts since the day my mom let me pick out my clothes. Being a “plain Jane” is something I was born with. I mean sure I could try hard for one week to put together some awesome outfits and spend my down time watching makeup tutorials, but ultimately after that week goes by, I am going to get bored.
I enjoy waking up 10 minutes before I have to leave. My morning routine consists of brushing my teeth, putting on leggings, and occasionally slapping on some mascara to hide my sleepy eyes. The majority of my closet is white, beige, and black and so it’s very easy for me to put outfits together when I need to. I walk around with chipped fingernail polish from finally painting them once over the past month. I cannot find a good enough reason for budgeting over 50 dollars a month so that I can go sit in a nail salon for over an hour every two weeks.
After I shower, I might choose to leave my hair down but chances are, it will be up in a pony tail after a couple hours. I hardly have enough time in the day to eat, drink, and sleep, and I am not sure how I could fit in another two hours for hair and makeup. Speaking of showering, the only reason my showers may be a little longer than your brother's is because the hair on my head reaches to my knees. With being only trimmed once a year, covering it with shampoo and wrapping it up on top of head takes a few extra minutes. Every so often, maybe once a month, you’ll find me in the shower a little longer than usual. I guess some times the hair on my legs deserve a hair cut too. Sorry mom. I know, I know, “act like a lady."
Even though I am completely happy most days with the amount of time I save not doing daily “female” tasks, I struggle at times feeling feminine enough. I show up to most events with my messy bun at the very top of my head and wearing an overly washed and worn down middle school t-shirt with the lettering falling off. Sometimes I feel like I couldn’t turn a head in the room even if I tripped and shattered a glass statue. No but seriously, walking into a room next to your blonde bombshell friend is like being Jonah Hill next to Channing Tatum on the movie screen. Ain’t nobody looking at you. Okay, I am done with the self bashing jokes haha. It really isn’t that dramatic. If us “plain Janes" cared that much anyways we would make a change, or make an effort, however you want to put it. Even though the struggles are there, as they are for most people, I go back and find my security and confidence in scripture.
Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as elaborate hairstyles and the wearing of gold jewelry or fine clothes. Rather, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God’s sight. 1 Peter 3:3-4 †
I think now that most of my followers can understand why there isn’t much “seflie” taking on my end. I spend more time working on what’s on the inside than what’s on the outside. I have learned to appreciate the way that I am, and when I have those days when I cannot, I resort back to who the I AM says that I am.
You are altogether beautiful, my darling; there is no flaw in you. Song of Songs 4:7 †
