“Finding Freedom To Be”
I remember the day I became a slave to my face. 
I was nine and taking some visiting kids on a tour of my elementary school. I don’t remember the occasion. All I know is that a teacher chose responsible me to lead and I was up for the job. At the end of the quick trip around the school, I stopped the small group of kids about my age outside the cafeteria.
“Any questions,” I asked.
“Yeah,” said the closest boy, “are you a boy or a girl?”
I was mortified. His question knocked me off-balance, challenging how I saw myself. And how others saw me. So began my journey of asking mirrors to tell me who I was and who I should be.
Old Polaroids
To solidify my new bondage to image, the series of shocking photos came next:
- school pictures featuring my incongruous teeth and hair which reared their ugly heads year after year
- the snapshot of my belly bulging in its bikini sandwich
- the polaroid my dad took where I felt so beautiful in my pink night gown, only to disappoint again as my image materialized as not-so-pretty me
I struggled with my complexion for most of my life. Hormones and stress were my enemies. Even in my thirties and forties I leaned into mirrors, picking at the blemishes embedded in my skin. “Not better, only redder” was my ineffective mantra.
Getting older has its advantages: fifty-something skin and less stress have freed me from some of my mirror-gazing slavery.
Deeper Than the Skin
But the freedom I’m seeking is deeper than the skin. It’s farther in where heart meets soul.
Freedom from judgements: my own and those of others.
Freedom to be the real me is the center I seek.
I taste that freedom whenever I’m untethered to my image or my productivity or my critics. No lackey to fashion, no vassal of shame. No bondage to beauty as defined by me and my culture.
To me, real freedom feels like sliding along a river, body buoyant, no friction in the flow. Crank the self-conscious volume knob back to zero, I’m on a roll.
Recreation
Have you ever tried to recreate yourself? I tried once in college.
In the fall of 1982, I drove to Carnegie-Mellon University, 5 hours away from home for the first time in my life. I thought about becoming whomever I wanted to be. No one in this college town would know if I was naturally sassy or sweet, gregarious or aloof. I could present myself as the person I chose to be.
Trouble is, it is hard to stray from who we are at heart. I tried to gather my energies and garner new friends by behaving like a party girl, carefree and easy. But I didn’t have her in me. I couldn’t stick to the part and stay late in my party clothes. I just wanted to go home.
Free People
I recently wrote a song called, “Closer to Free.” The initial inspiration came as I perused the Free People clothing catalogue. At first, I thought it funny that a company would make such a statement about a line of clothing. Those hippie-esque styles in strange layers and pairings said, “be adventurous and creative and don’t worry if it doesn’t match.” The wispy indifferent models propped in languid poses declared, “we wear what we want wherever we dare.”
They began to draw me in, these Free People. I’ve never had much sense of style. I have always admired girls and women who seemed to throw on any old thing and make it look good. Sometimes it was their sheer confidence and caution-to-the-wind that made them so attractive. Freedom from caring about what others would think seemed to set them free to flow in their clothing and throughout their lives. Like a river.
I was hooked. Sold! to the woman in earth tones and sneakers. Maybe now my inner critic will nap because I’m wrapped in these fabulous fabrics. Oh, the glorious freedom of not giving a crap.
The Catch
But there’s a catch. It’s there, squeezed between the freeze-frames. If we stretch it out to see the real-life spaces where we live our lives, it gets a little messy. Suddenly we see the props and pins that keep it all in place for the shot. A make-up artist and a clothing wrangler rush in to fix the blemishes and slips. These clips and vignettes, I sometimes forget, are only old polaroids of curated unconcern. We are all truly, sadly, very concerned.
The Thirst
We are a thirsty people and there’s no sating. We are hungry for love and acceptance. We hide our shame and insecurity behind snapshots and complicated layers. We buy the lie of self-re-creation.
Yes, we can dress for success and wear our truth to some extent. But freedom, true freedom from what we don’t want to be, implies a freedom toward something. If I am free from my naturally fearful, insecure and angry self, than what am I free to become?
Becoming
Back to center. In pulling focus, I discover a door to another room: a place called Acceptance.
What if I believed God loves me and accepts me as I am? What if I accepted myself ‘as is’?
We are told that’s what Jesus does: “Come to me and I’ll give you rest. Yoke yourself to me.”
If I am tied side by side to Jesus, I’m free from any other slaveries. I suddenly become free to be who I am, the girl He made me to be. Being tied to Him is a burden but it’s easy and light compared to all those other slave-drivers out there. I am Becoming, what I once was, the girl in the mirror of His love. I am becoming. His love becomes me.
Every once in a while, I see through the facades of photos and mirror images. Like floating down a river, these moments of clarity, of sweet release, are the times when I know I am closer to free
You say you’re one of the free people
Nobody tells you how to live
You splash your face across the page
And spread yourself so thin
Yeah, you look like one of those free people
Embrace the world and make it spin
But even you can only take so much
Til something’s got to give
Come closer to free
Come know your poverty
Feel your thirst and recognize your need
Come closer to free
Your clothes don’t cover up the heart of you
And freedom’s deeper than the skin
You think you’re shining like a star
But we see the shape you’re in
Yeah you could be one of the free people
No need to re-create yourself
The beauty you want to so much comes
From being loved so well
Come closer to free
Come know a sweet release
Can you feel your thirst and recognize your need
Come closer to free
Come closer to free
Come know the love you really need
When you feel the hunger and it grows you know
You’re closer to free You could be one of the free people