It's time to end the secrecy and shame. In the age of the Internet, men and women from all over the world can connect and support each other during this difficult process. As we've seen countries in recent months rise up in revolutions to overthrow dictators, it is time to overthrow the dictators of our mind and rule ourselves with reason and respect.
I'm starting my personal revolution in body acceptance by posting five of the secrets I've kept about my own body. My hope is that by reading these, you feel like you're not alone. We all have downright weird thoughts about our bodies, but that doesn't mean you're the only one who is having them. If you like, feel free to post your own body secrets, even anonymously.
I dread swimsuit season. I just don't like feeling so exposed! I don't romp around in my underwear, so why would I do it in a bathing suit? I've gotten much better at setting aside feelings of mortification in recent years, but it's still a struggle. My almost translucent skin mocks me as I watch the bronzed beach babes flutter across the sand. I try to cover up my thighs with a towel. Where models have a stylish gap, flesh touches flesh. Purplish-blue stretch marks from growth spurts have begun to fade, but they still taunt me. I'm slowly accepting that I don't have a child's body anymore. I'm eighteen years old, and my body belongs to a woman. I tell myself that these changes are natural and normal, and with time, I think I will believe it. In the mean time, I've found a couple great tankinis and one-pieces that make me more comfortable (even if I do end up looking like I feel out of Lands' End catalog) . For me, sufficient coverage is a sure way to boost my confidence. When I'm not worried about my breasts bouncing and my butt hanging out, I can have fun with my friends. The extra fabric frees me.
I have left a great outfit at the store because I was ashamed of the size on the tags. Conversely, I've brought home clothing that is the size I want to be, not the size I actually am. It's a tough habit to break, especially when you're shopping in the women's department, not the juniors'. I'm trying harder to focus on how clothing looks on and makes me feel, while focusing less on the numbers. Every store has different sizing, anyway! It's a cruel game to play with yourself, and it's one I need to stop.
So those are my secrets. Do you have any of the same secrets? What about different ones? You are more than welcome to share your own body secrets in the comments. I challenge you to share this exciting experience and take part in this first step in revolutionizing the way you think about yourself. Formulating my thoughts has helped me realize which thoughts are destructive, healthy, or normal. I hope you can enjoy the same process!
I've been wanting to write about one of the things I've been embarrassed about for a while... my scars. I've compulsively scratched myself for the last few years and this turns bug bites into permanent marks. I know why this is, and I'll share another time... but for sooooooooooo long I was worried about what others thought. I talk about it openly now, and you'll hear all about it... another time. Wink wink.
If you are interested on contributing here on TMB, email me here, or check out the Contribute section! I would love it so much. And thanks again, Jenna... You're a pretty inspirational gal:)
So, what body secrets have you been waiting to let out?