Sometimes, realizing the magnitude to which you are imperfect can be the most freeing experience.
I have struggled with my weight since puberty, a progressive issue that grew worse every year, no matter what I did.
At a young age I struggled with cognitive issues that also grew worse.
It wasn’t until my 30s I had an explanation for those two (seemingly) disparate issues.
I spent so many years feeling ashamed of the ways I was different, like a failure for not being able to be less different, afraid of the price I might pay for my failure to conform.
Once I knew that these issues weren’t my fault, and that I could positively impact, but never remediate them, I was almost instantly freed from so many burdens they brought along for the ride.
I speak so often, and in such glowing terms, of the many women I admire. I always longed to be more like them. Learning why I struggled the way I did set me free to learn to be fierce in my own way. I no longer had to keep trying to live to someone else’s standard, I was free to be the best me I could be.
It changed my life for the better. It granted me such peace of mind. It gave me the drive to serve others in any way I could manage.
Thing is, I know I’m not the only person to have this experience. So it begs the question, why do people feel such intense pressure to be something they aren’t? Why aren’t we encouraged to accept and love ourselves as we are? I know some of it is marketing, some of it is old ghosts, some of it is peer pressure. But many of those are influences we can avoid if we wish, and certainly we are capable of ignoring them.
Why don’t we?
Why do we buy the lie that we aren’t ok? Aren’t good enough? Aren’t worthy?
And how do we stop the madness?