Are there negative comments made by others about you that come to mind easily or often?
And worse, were those words said many years ago, but still linger today?
Yeah? Me too.
I’ve chosen to address some of the aforementioned. To follow is one example.
Shortly after Hubby and I were married my mom said, “I know he must love you because I know what that (me!) looks like in the morning.”
Some might think that she was jovial or meant her over share for fun, but in that moment I felt her words pierce my newlywed abdomen. Deep.
Over the decades I barely noticed that I heard her say it over and over within the swirling sauce pan on my mental health back burner. Her sentence low level impacts my ability to function.
I don’t want to see me in the mornings. I can be slow to rise post alarm clock. Her words are there even when I mostly ignore their existence. I take way too long to get out the door. I dread the daily get ready ritual. And frankly, I’d like a blue ribbon for managing to get me from bedhead to work while also getting children to school for much of the last 20 years.
Recently I allowed myself to tune in to the slow burn frequency. I decided that every single day for the month of February I would take a morning selfie within minutes of being awake.
Maybe if I head on face my own face and wild AM hair, then I could find release from those stupid words?
So the selfies began.
I challenged her comment.
And I felt annoyed mostly.
I laughed at frayed ponytails. I dared to whisper “make up free is beautiful” or “lingering one eyed eye liner is hot”.
I hid sometimes.
I took a pic daily no matter what.
I guessed by my birthday mid month surely I would be past carrying the hurt. I am a gosh darn Valentine Day born person filled with Love and Light. I am done with holding myself back. Right?
Nope. I did not feel better the 14th, 15th, 16th, and so forth.
I continue with my selfie promise and determine that I will learn to love all this. After all, God loves me. And there are plenty of people who may not be traditional magazine cover material, but I find them gorgeous inside and out. Could I admire the undone me?
Along the way I accept that I may complete the month without feeling any breakthroughs on the subject of my morning time look. I pondered verses like:
Psalm 139:14 I will give thanks to you because I have been so amazingly and miraculously made. Your works are miraculous, and my soul is fully aware of this.
Ephesians 5:29 For no one has ever hated his own body, but he nourishes and tenderly cares for it, as the Messiah does the church.
Proverbs 19:8 To acquire wisdom is to love oneself; people who cherish understanding will prosper.
Then one night last week I had a dream. A detailed dream. People I trust and value greatly were there. I was invited to go on a hike. I had to pack quickly borrowing some supplies, grabbing what was available, and choosing to do without some items.
My hiking buddy was a young early 20’s gal with red hair. As we passed an amusement park on our way to nature she said, “I may not be or feel pretty, but I always have adventure.”
Yes! Something shifted in my body. I connected with the free to roam, always have adventure statement. When I woke up, I no longer felt linked to the negative feelings. I felt change.
I thanked God for my sense of departure from the negative weight.
Since that dream I have continued the February commitment while also noticing my improved ability to love the person I spend the most time with: me.
The 28 pictures have formed into an art collection. I appreciate both the humor and seriousness found in the pictures.
I am pretty excited today is March 1. No more morning selfies and no more need for morning selfies.
What swirls in your mind? Is there something you can address with the intention of breaking free from it? I’d love to hear how you creatively kick certain thoughts or words to the curb.
Wishing you health and freedom,