Redefining Beauty In A Filtered World

We live in a very “filtered” culture. Real beauty has a different meaning for everyone.

If you have access to a smartphone or a computer, you can take photos of yourself and practically edit them to your liking. I find this fascinating and sometimes unsettling. Especially when I see a photo of someone that’s been edited and filtered to the point where they no longer look like their real self anymore.

I see a lot of women doing this to the point where it’s become a bit excessive. And different women I’ve seen using filters, who I personally think look great without using them, keep hiding behind these tools and different features. And while using filters is an individual choice, I believe it’s a great time to redefine beauty in this filtered world we’re living in.

You don’t ever have to feel or believe you are not enough as you are. You were born with beauty, inside and out, and no filter should hide that.

I’m no stranger to filters but I don’t use or rely on them often. And when I have used them, my facial features have not been drastically enhanced beyond the point of recognition. I still look like my real self in my photos. I don’t believe filters are a bad thing, but I believe it’s important, especially for women, to allow their real beauty to shine.

I’ve found that taking advantage of natural lighting (especially during this beautiful summer season) makes for wonderful photos too. 😊

You are fearfully and wonderfully made (Psalm 139:14). Embrace that. Consider stepping away from some of those filters you filter all your photos with and allow who you really are to shine.

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