In the Dark (via PostSecret.Blogspot.com)
Reading this secret made me ache inside. I can’t imagine being so ashamed of my own body – for whatever reason – that I couldn’t stand looking at it, or touching it.
…okay, you know what? That’s a lie. I can totally imagine it.
In fact, I think we all can, sometimes. Anorexia. Body dysmorphia. Scars. An abused past. All of these things can cause a secret loathing inside ourselves…hell, even just some teasing in high school can spur it on, spiraling into a menace inside us if we let it.
But I won’t. I’ll fight it every day, with healthy food, less makeup, fantastic clothing and supportive friends that help me brush off the bullshit. I will never bathe in the dark.
We all deal with shame. How do you fight yours?
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That secret struck me this week too. I have always struggled with body image. I’ve bounced from 180 to 130 & still have a hard time accepting my less than perfect bits, particularly my little tummy.
My favorite thing to do is sleep naked. When I wake up to go put my contacts in & brush my teeth, the first thing I see is my body. Naked. It makes me feel beautiful every single day.
.-= Superalzy´s last blog ..Magic Monday =-.
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Posted by Superalzy | May 17, 2010, 10:30 amI also believe in the Pulp Fiction scene where Bruce Willis’ French girlfriend, Fabienne talks about wanting a big round belly.
She says “It’s unfortunate what we find pleasing to the touch and pleasing to the eye is seldom the same.”
.-= Superalzy´s last blog ..Magic Monday =-.
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Posted by Superalzy | May 17, 2010, 10:34 amRT @TheDemoiselles In the Dark http://bit.ly/bIV2CO
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Posted by Jennifer Nicole | May 17, 2010, 2:40 pmWhen I bought my first house last year, I didn’t notice until I took my first shower there that because of the glass shower doors and the arrangement of the medicine cabinets, I can see my reflection in the mirror while I’m showering! At first, it really bothered me, and I couldn’t wait for the mirrors to fog up, but I’ve slowly gotten used to it. I think it’s been good for me.
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Posted by Lacy | May 17, 2010, 3:37 pmLately, I’ve just tried putting things in perspective. When I look at myself in the mirror to evaluate how I’ve arranged things for the day, I try to narrow my basis of comparison.
Because no, I am not: A model, a movie star, or the airbrushed girl on the cover or in the pages of some magazine. And that is OK.
So, I ask myself how I look in terms of the average girl. Because, those are the women I see on the street, work with, interact with everyday and yes, get ridiculously jealous of sometimes.
9 times out of 10, I find that I’m pretty happy with what I see.
Barring that, I’m an artist. When other people’s fantasy depictions don’t give me a depiction of the world (and people) that I like. I fight back by making my own. I draw figures of queens and fairies with thicker waists, curves, a little meat on their thighs. Maybe even a little bit of a tummy, sometimes.
In short: I accept my reality and define my own fantasy.
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Posted by Cals | May 18, 2010, 8:51 amThat’s sad. But sometimes it’s true. I’ve come a long way and while 99% of the time I love my body, there are still those moments I only see the flaws…
.-= Lisa´s last blog ..I Don’t Do Flip Turns =-.
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Posted by Lisa | May 23, 2010, 10:02 amI missed that secret. I can’t imagine that. I understand not entirely loving parts of your body, but hating it? Being afraid to see it in the light? That breaks my heart. I refuse to be ashamed of my body even if it’s not what other people consider perfect.
.-= Mary (A Merry Life)´s last blog ..A Merry Workout Pledge #3 =-.
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Posted by Mary (A Merry Life) | May 24, 2010, 3:21 pmI am close to someone like this. She has anorexia. It’s heart breaking.
I do bathe in the dark sometimes – well, with candles and bubble bath.
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Posted by Oksana@Women from Ukraine | May 7, 2011, 11:34 pm