The Radical Choice of Saint Rose
It was the year 1598. She was just twelve years oldโand already everyone was saying the same thing: sheโs so beautiful. Her long hair shimmered in the light, her face seemed to glow, and suitors lined up even though she was still so young. For many, that kind of attention would feel like a dream. But to her, it felt like a trap.
The more people admired her, the more she wanted to hide. Until one day, she made a choice that shocked everyone. She cut off her long hairโsnip, snip, the locks fell like a protest against vanity. Then she rubbed her face with pepper and lye, deliberately making herself less attractive. The sting burned, but she felt free. No longer chained to expectations, no longer boxed in by compliments.
And she went further. While other girls wore flower crowns for beauty, she made her own crownโwoven not with roses but with sharp thorns. She placed it on her head and hid it under her veil. Every prick, every drop of pain, became her silent prayer, her way of saying: I want to love like Christ loved.
At an age when most girls were preparing for dances and dreaming of romance, she was preparing herself for silence, for prayer, for a love that no earthly admirer could match. She turned her small home into a hospital, cared for the poor, fasted, and prayed for hours.
People couldnโt understand. To them, she wasted her beauty. But to her, she offered itโlike a flower laid at the feet of Christ.
Her name? Rose. Saint Rose of Lima. The first saint of the Americas.
Her feast is celebrated on August 23 in the universal Church, and on August 30 in Peruโreminding us that true beauty is not what fades on the outside, but the beauty inside that chooses love above all.
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