Name one physical feature that you like about yourself. For some, this may be an easy question. For a lot, and I feel it would be mostly woman, this question scares us. This scariness has no boundaries. It can affect anyone, no matter age, weight, race, etc. Unless you are extremely in confident in your own skin, or a Victoria Secret model, you might struggle thinking of an answer. For me, it’s my hair.
I wish I could say it was my arms, while I don’t think there is anything noticeable I hate about my arms, they’re just arms. What about my legs? No, they are super pale, have veins all over them and my knees look really big. Can a knee even be big? My stomach? Oh, hell to the no. My face, it used to be. Growing up I always had great skin. I would only get one breakout during “that time of the month” and had a Cristi Brinkley-esqu beauty mark on my face. Not long after I got married, I developed rosacea. Then, a year I started breaking out bad around my jawline and near my glands on my neck. So I’ll blame my husband for that one. J/K!
My Favorite Physical Feature
I have always viewed my hair is another accessory. It doesn’t bother me to cut it really short or color it any color. You can always change the color and if it’s too short, it will grow back. Growing up in the mid to late 80’s and early 90’s, my mom was all about perming my hair. I remember once having a head full of curlers at the salon and barely being able to hold my head up because it was so heavy. Then there was my Harry Potter phase. Now, this was long before Harry Potter existed and my aunt was going to cosmetology school. I had the shortest hair yet still was able to have the big poofy bangs. Throw in the fact that I needed glasses and I was the female version of Harry.
I’m up for almost anything when it comes to my hair. At some point, before I am long gone, I want to try the aqua mermaid color. Just once so that I can say I tried it. Though I will say, since having my daughter I’ve seen a couple grey’s sprout out. Not sure why my hair is turning on me this way. I don’t know what it is about my hair that has always had my heart. Maybe because it’s the closest thing as to “perfect” as I could get. I may not have been able to please people with my weight, but I could please them with my hair.
Hating The Rest
I absolutely hate the rest of my body. We are in this world where we are told to love yourselves as you are and to be kind to your body. I will never be able to do that, and I am fine with that. I have my own baggage for why I don’t like my body and that has no reflection on someone else. There is nothing wrong with not liking something about yourself and I am not going to fake it to make other people happy. If someone told me they don’t like a certain part of them, I would tell them that they are not alone. That it’s ok. We are complex beings made up of things that we like and don’t like. I think you can accept the thing you wish you can change, but that doesn’t mean you have to love it.
It is ok to not love everything about yourself. These can be physical features or behaviors. We are not perfect people. While I may not like how big my stomach is, I don’t hide away. I still love to wear bright colors and feel sexy. I’ve spent hours upon hours, trying on clothes to see how they fit, feel and look. If I don’t feel good in something, I won’t wear it. I can hate the shape of my body, but still love putting great clothes on it.