My Sad Truth: Miss Representation
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My Miss Representation
Today I want to take responsibility for my part in perpetuating this cycle. This letter is my sad truth & my commitment to be better.
A letter to “My Participation in Miss Representation”
I realize that most of my life I have struggled with looking good enough, basing my self worth, the direction of my day whether it’s going to be a great day or a crappy day purely on how i feel about my outward appearance.
People say, me included “oh it matters whats on the inside” true at heart, however in my culture, in my experience, that’s bull shit. I am about 100% sure that we women (or maybe just me) come up against at least one of the “Enoughs” everyday...
Am I ____ Enough?
Check List.
- Pretty
- Skinny
- Happy
- Sexy
- Style/Clothes: Cool
- Hair
- Make up
- Skin
- Job
- a good daughter/sister
- a great friend
The sad cycle that takes place in my mind if I am “On” is almost a superiority...like dam i am prettier than... faster than...instead of gosh i feel great, it’s like a one up on others.
Worse: If i am “off”
If I am feeling my jeans are too tight, i have a break out, i ate too much, someone is better or prettier than me, or I am just having an insecure day, first I am laced with guilt for wasting my thoughts on such foolishness, .....and the truthful horrible part, I will tear other women down because in some crazy screwed up way it’s validating: i tear someone down, to feed myself an ounce of self worth. That is F%^&*( up.
This feeling pretty/good enough, has hindered every part of my life. Especially my relationships with the people i love the most.
Friends: you couldn’t be too pretty, i couldn’t handle it. So I never let anyone get too close.
My sisters: not wanting them to be better than me...(this was a hard one to write because I love these 4 women more then you could ever imagine) I remember my grade 12 prom my little sister Nic coming up to me and telling me how beautiful I looked, I couldn’t believe it, I was always so jealous she was/is so beautiful, she was/is always the bell of the ball. That comment was the best part of my night, for the first time I felt close to her in my teenage years, in that moment I decided to let her in...my own sister I kept at a distance because of my insecurities.
Health: I remember my mom telling me her jean size was smaller than mine: instead of celebrating her amazing accomplishment in weight loss: I became really insecure about food and my body and dabbled in bulimia for sometime. I couldn’t handle the idea of my mom being thinner then me. This has followed me for some time now, it’s something I don’t know will ever go away...but I have great tools to manage my emotional crutch I call food....
My Men: Jealousy. I was always undercover, on guard, I made up stories and would push these guys away or manifest what I was looking for. I was “Courage-less” to ask for what i really wanted because I was embarrassed, I wanted them to think I was this confident Super Women, which I am not at times. With Steve I am working on doing it right, talking to him even when I feel totally un cool.
All the above are for sure things that are a result of my past however I chose to believe and live into my insecurities, focused in areas of vanity instead of diving into my gifts, the activities and people i love. Apart of me feels i wasted a lot of time but I am making up for it now.
My commitment: I can catch my self in these cycles now, I had to change, or I would have let my insecurities push away everything I love. Everyday I work on the things I love to do that bring me joy, I work on being vulnerable and truthful. The goal I am focused on now is to laugh more:)
If one person can read this and start to make little changes...awesome.
Happy Confident Women = Confident Representation
Love to hear if you are a tich crazy like me...:) xoxoxoxo
Creating a new REPRESENTATION,
Michelle