My Love Affair with Lashes

A month ago, I got lash extensions. I actually prayed about it, because I want to please God, and when He said “No,” I did it anyway. As much as I want to walk by the spirit and obey God in the simplest of things, I also want to please my flesh, and my flesh wanted eyelashes!

Anyone?

Before I say more, please hear me: I’m NOT saying lash extensions are a sin. My girls pay for their own, and I think they’re gorgeous!

But for me, because I asked and God said “No,” and because of the idolatrous stronghold beauty has been for me, this was a slippery slope.

So I got the extensions and immediately became obsessed. I compulsively stared at myself in the mirror, at once admiring and criticizing them. Within 24 hours, I decided I would switch lash studios, because a friend of mine goes to one that does brows, too. I asked another friend about lip injections, because why not address the wrinkles on my lip line while I’m at it?

SLIPPERY.

SLOPE.

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