We’ve all made committed a fashion faux pas at some point in time, it just seems that lately I’m getting really good and laughing at my mistakes because they occur quite often. Don’t be surprised if I show up dressed like Punky Brewster and sport my new copper colored coif. Oh, you didn’t know I butchered my hair on vacation? Well, if you follow me on Twitter then you know that I was charged WAY too much for a haircut and color that only a mother could love. Remember those mermaid Barbies from the 90s that when dipped in water their hair changed color? Yeah well, that’s me every time I wash out the purple/red/rustish color from my long rat-tail now.
But what’s worse: having a bad haircut or having a bad haircut and having no one tell you? I spoke to several people in the past few days and I knew they saw my copper-colored, anorexic ponytail and said nothing. I saw their eyes glance towards my scalp… then my eyes… glance at my ponytail… then my eyes again and still remained silent. I’m sure the blind Ray Charles knows my hair is ugly, but he has an excuse not to say anything. Do you? If your friend looked as heinous as I do, would you have the courage to say something? Proverbs 27:6 says that wounds from a friends are better than kisses from an enemy. Essentially, it’s better to hurt someone you love by telling them the truth, then having them believe lies from people who don’t even like them.
Somewhere in our PC culture, it became uncouth to tell the truth if it meant being honest. Yesterday I sat down with someone I love and told them candidly that they were making a huge mistake. They had purchased a ticket, decided to move, live out every 20 year-old’s dream, and I felt like a jerk because I had to be a dream-killer at the expense of speaking forth the truth. Because sometimes the truth hurts. I love people and when they are making a mistake, whether it’s wearing a stone-washed fanny pack, having spinach in their teeth, or dating someone they shouldn’t, I’m going to call them out. Can we be a generation and a culture that stops acting like we are on the set of the OC and start acting R.E.A.L. Just keep it real, friends! Be honest. Be authentic. Be real. Isn’t that what we want more than anything?
Speak the truth in love… even when it hurts.
**Edit to post: Since a few people wanted to see the rat’s tail (aka my hair), I posted a picture on Twitter here.
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