
Journal Excerpt February 6, 2007
Since I have been in middle school I have been fixated on various body parts of mine, convinced that one part of me is hideous, awful, etc etc, and after a while I move on to something different. There was my forehead, the hair on my arms, the slight jiggle on my thighs, sweating, my breasts, my butt, my eyebrows, body hair (?), my feet, the way my skin looked when I would smile in pictures, the “circles” under my eyes, my teeth, my waist, my nose, etc. With each of these things I feel like I wake up suddenly one morning to discover that I have “insert insecurity of the moment”, and then I feel self-conscious about it everywhere I go. And I wonder, has it always been this way, or is my mental focus on it creating it? By thinking about it, am I only going to make it worse? It’s hilarious when I really let it all out.
I had a revelation a few months ago when I was dwelling on the flaws in my nose, feeling oddly depressed and powerless. It also happened that a few days before I had completely bombed a math exam, making me feel incredibly stressed and unsure about my college future. Yet in my mind, the only thing wrong in my whole world was my nose. Even in my state of mild depression I could see that something didn’t click with this scenario. I sat there contemplating and finally the light bulb went off where I thought,
“Hey, maybe it isn’t my BODY that’s the problem at all. Maybe it’s my FEAR about the future I’m stressing about here.”
And with that, I could recognize this previously unconscious pattern that I had of projecting worries onto my body. My experience made me wonder if perhaps so much of the pressure women feel to be attractive is mixed in with projecting our pressure to be “perfect” in other areas of our life, in those areas that we feel like we don’t measure up, we instead focus on improving or worrying about our physical appearance.
For me, I just had to get real and start feeling my actual emotions as opposed to the yapping negative voice chattering away in my mind. When I got in touch with ME I could see that my nose was not the issue, and in fact I just felt fear. That’s normal, we all have it. Once I could recognize the fear, I could be with it, comfort it, live with it, allow it to go. I could get back to peace and caring for myself, as opposed to raging war on some “flaw.”
Though it happens much less now, I’m quite weary when I wake up one morning and my mind goes, “Oh my GOSH Laura, has your hairline always been like that?” I can kind of chuckle to it and be like, “My hairline is fine, but let’s see what’s really going on here…”
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