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Body Dysmorphia, The Unorthodox Life Force Thief
Instead of worshipping life, we worship the “flaws” in our noses, stomachs, legs, feet, eyes, butt, breasts, hair, and more.
My body dysmorphia has always been my responsibility, as I held onto it tightly like an abusive relationship I never wanted to leave. It consoled me and told me I never needed to develop myself as a woman, because if you aren’t gorgeous you’re nothing.
I didn’t need to believe any alternatives where I could actually accept my looks and live my life peacefully. It didn’t matter when I witnessed how women who looked like me were in healthy relationships or loving on themselves regardless if they were single or not. Deep down in my spirit I didn’t feel as if that way of existing was possible for me, let alone permissible.
My only job was to hide and be very afraid of being judged. Because being ugly is the ultimate sin as a feminine being. At least that’s what I was taught as a child. I felt ugly, so I felt as if I needed to be punished.
Body dysmorphia alters our perception and makes us believe that some flaw we possess deems us unworthy of living rich, emotionally satisfied lives. Instead, we are doomed to create our own personal hell on earth by staring at ourselves in the mirror for hours rather than get outside and enjoy what life has to offer us.
