A few years ago I read an article about sleep. It had some tips/tricks to try when you can’t fall asleep. There is only one thing I remember and actually use from that article. When you are nice and comfy in bed, close your eyes and starting at the tip top of your head tell your body to relax. You work your way down, forehead, eyebrows, eyes, nose, all the way down to your feet. It really does work. Sometimes I have to do it a few times, but I eventually feel my body relax.
Last night as I was on my third or fourth round of trying to relax my body when my brain interrupted. I was starting at the top of my head and my brain clicked on. Suddenly, instead of relaxing each part of my body I was critiquing each part of my body.
Top of my head/hair – thinning hair/gray hair. Solution: get plugs and weekly trips to the salon.
Cheeks – starting to sag. Solution: facelift (this will also help the jowls, so it’s two for two!)
Lip – I’m OK with my lips at this point. Maybe a little Botox in the laugh line area.
Chin – eh, the chin is fine.
Neck – Christ, where do I start. Just a total do-over. That shit needs to be tightened and pulled where ever possible.
Shoulders – significant slouching from years of carrying a heavy load. Solution: there is no solution, the heavy load will be with me for the rest of my life. Besides, if I throw my shoulders back it looks like I’m flaunty my saggy boobs.
Upper arms – flabby and gross. Solution: a nice nip/tuck will fix that up in a jiffy.
Boobs – similar to two unevenly deflated balloons. Solution: new boobs – easy peasy
Forearms – I mean they’re just forearms…….
Hands – look old and wrinkled. Solution: I think I can get fat injected in my hands so they look young and plump.
Mid-section – (insert vomit noise) Solution: nothing a little lipo and full body tuck wouldn’t fix.
Buttock – (insert second vomit noise) Solution: the full body tuck should help my saggy bottom, but maybe a Brazilian Butt lift for the win!
Lady bits – ummmmm, I mean yes, they have been through years of use and childbirth. Solution: fairly certain there is a vaginal tightening process as well as a procedure to make everything look “aesthetically pleasing”. I might as well go for it.
Thighs – I will say I have strong legs, however would kill for that oh so sexy thigh gap. Solution: I think some lipo and an inner thigh lift should do nicely.
Calves – I’m honestly OK with my calves.
Feet – I like my feet.
So, after all that I couldn’t sleep. I had laid out all my flaws and had no fixes for them. I reminded myself of all my insecurities. There they were playing over and over again in my head. Why? Why do I do this to myself? I have no answer.
When it was finally time to get out of bed and start the day, part of my routine is music. I LOVE MUSIC. Morning shower music is the best. As I’m standing under the hot water, thoughts still swirling from the night before, a song comes on that made me go hmmmmmmmmmm. Is it a coincidence or is the universe trying to tell me something. What song was it you ask…..Love me by Katy Perry
I lost myself in fear of losing you I wish I didn’t do But I did I lost my own, my own identity Forgot that you picked me for me
But now, I don’t negotiate with insecurities They always seem to get the best of me I found the head to love myself, the way I want you to
Love me, no more second guessing No, there’s no more questioning I’ll be the one to find who I’m gonna be No concealing feelings, or changing seasonally I’m gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me Sometimes I wish my skin was a costume
That I could just unzip, and strip But who I am is who I’m meant to be And it’s who you are in love, in love with So now, I don’t negotiate with insecurities
They come and have to take a backseat I know I have to let myself the way I want you to Love me, no more second guessing
No, there’s no more questioning I’ll be the one to find who I’m gonna be No concealing feelings, or changing seasonally I’m gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me No more standing in my own way (Let’s get deeper, let’s get closer)
No more standing in my own way (I want you to love me) No more standing in my own way (Let’s get deeper, let’s get closer) No more standing in my own way (I want you to love me) Love me, no more second guessing No, there’s no more questioning
I’ll be the one to find who I’m gonna be No concealing feelings, or changing seasonally I’m gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me Love me, no more second guessing No, there’s no more questioning I’ll be the one to find who I’m gonna be No concealing feelings, or changing seasonally I’m gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me
Moral of the song? I’m gonna love myself, the way I want you to love me. At least I’m gonna try.
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Good Morning Campers! Did you ever stop and think about why you are the way you are? I don’t mean the genetics of eye color, height, etc. I mean things like personality. Are they part of the genetic package or are they part of the way you were reared as a child or does your personality change and grow with life experiences?
I wish I had that answer for you and for me, but I don’t. I’m sure there is some type of study out there that would say it’s genetics, another one that says it’s the way a child is reared, another will say it’s life experiences and yet another that says it’s all of the above. So what’s my point? I’m not entirely sure! However, recently I have been scrutinizing why I am the way I am. Why do I react to stuff the way I do? Why do I feel the way I feel? Deep shit, right?!
I’ve previously written about growing up in a house with a perfectly beautiful sister and how that impacted me. I felt I had to become flirty and funny to get attention. I did and still do have to be careful that I don’t cross the line with the funny part of my personality. I never wanted to be the funny fat girl that over did it and became the obnoxious fat girl that is just trying to get attention anyway she can. Although, I will admit here that I do feel like the obnoxious fat girl in many social instances.
I have also been questioning how my personality affects how people perceive me. And perhaps how they feel they can or can’t approach me, talk to me, etc. Who cares, right? I do.
I was recently cleaning out some drawers at home and came across folder. I knew what was in the folder. I told myself not to open it. I told myself to burn it in the fire pit. But I opened it. And it hit me, like a slap in the face. I was pissed off, hurt, scared, embarrassed, humiliated, fucking irate. It’s a folder filled with notes, cards, letters and emails from a person who was first my co-worker and then my supervisor for 26 of my 32 (and counting) years of employment. Why do I blame myself for this occurring? Why did he think he could share his feelings for me? Why did he think I would be interested? Why, why, why? What did I do to make that happen? Was it because I am too flirty? But I’m that way with everyone. Was it because I talk to much and share too much? But there are people at work I have talked and shared far more with. What gave him the right to create an uncomfortable work environment for me? Why did I allow him to perpetuate a relationship to others that didn’t exist. Why did people believe this? What did I do? Why didn’t I try harder to stop it? Where was the #metoo movement when I needed it. Why did I let the political “good old boys” scare me into not pushing harder? Why was I threatened with “PA is a fire at will state”? How is that okay? But what was it that I did to make this happen? Why didn’t I govern myself differently? How is it fair that I let it impact personal relationships? Christ, some days I really question every decision I ever made. What do I do about it? Higher ups knew and did nothing. My job was threatened. I needed my job! A young family, a mortgage, three kids, two of which who have/had medical issues and needed insurance, family members that were too close to see what was happening, small town politics – I let it all control me and I did nothing. I sat back and took it.
I know this “experience” enhanced my overall lack of self-esteem. My God, I was fat and this person was pursuing me. Part of me thought I must be imagining it. I am not or was not a person who was pursued, certainly not being a fat, flirty girl. So, I got fatter. But it still continued. I was pregnant three times, but still it continued. I changed how I behaved, what I shared, what I allowed people to see – but still it continued. I don’t think I can explain in words or otherwise how this seriously changed me. But it did. It will always be with me, it will always make me question me.