Insecurity: where does it stem from?
At what point do we decide that we have HUMUNGOUS thighs? When do we choose to believe that our nose is too big, our stomach is too large, or that our face isn’t pretty enough to accept all social invitations, and to truly be ourselves in public? And if we ARE engaging in such hesitations – why?! Is it the result of an insensitive comment from someone in the past? A misguided attempt at humour from a family member? What?
It’s a question that’s been on mind ever since coming across an interview with singer Kelly Clarkson, who, after being mercilessly criticized for her fluctuating weight over the years, admitted to a journalist that she’s never, EVER felt uncomfortable with her size – it’s just that everyone around her who constantly asks her about it seems to be. Her sentiments prompted me to consider my own least-favourite physical attributes, and whether or not I was looking upon them with disdain because I had decided that they were ghastly, or because other people had made me feel that they were – and I realized that it was entirely the latter.
I don’t have perfect teeth. I have one tooth that slightly protrudes in front of the others, and could give The Cullen family a serious run for their money in the Fang Department! And sure, while I’ve contemplated braces before (only to later spend my pennies on travel!), and will probably commit to them one day, in the mean time, I just can’t justify living my life or acting any differently than I normally would simply because I don’t have a crooked-free smile and may come across the occasional person who chooses to focus their eyes on my mouth, as opposed to my eyes or face, in a conversation!
When it comes to insecurities, what do YOU believe? Are they the origin of completely personal feelings, or are they the consequence of subscribing to an unflattering opinion or theory from somebody else? And, more importantly, why should we actually care what anybody else thinks?!