Learning to Love Myself (All of Myself)

I’ve always been told that everyone has their own insecurities and that everyone thinks of themselves as imperfect in some sort of way.  But growing up, I felt for the longest time that everyone was so much more beautiful than me and I longed to have someone else’s body, any body but mine.

I was diagnosed with eczema at birth, atopic dermatitis in scientific terms, but to me, it meant itchy nights with no sleep, waking up bleeding with raw skin and oozing rashes covering my entire body. It meant that as a baby, my parents sometimes had to cover my hands when I slept so that I wouldn’t scratch. It meant that it hurt to shower and even sometimes just to move. It meant that when I finally started going to school, I tried to cover up as much of my skin as possible so that nobody else would see how ugly I was. It hurt that I had cuts in my skin that were constantly infected, but what hurt even more were the stares that I got whenever someone saw my rashes and asked questions like why I was risking infecting others with poison ivy by not covering up my skin (that’s not even how poison ivy works).

Through the years, I discovered that my true friends didn’t care what I looked like because they liked me for being me. But I still longed to be beautiful, to have perfect skin, to be able to show off my body at the beach. When the eczema finally spread to my face, as it often does, I had had it. I holed myself up in my room refusing to go out unless absolutely necessary and my anxiety reached an entirely new level (which obviously did not help my skin). Eventually, I got better with the help of a very controversial medication and believe it or not, some blessed water from a monk, along with some prayer and meditation.


My lovely face eczema in recovery.


This was only last year, and to this day, I still check the mirror when I wake up just to make sure my rash hasn’t returned. It seems no matter how hard I try, I still have trouble overcoming the materiality of my physical appearance (no matter how shallow that sounds). I have made a few revelations following my experience at IMS. My winter break was filled with an extremely ugly period for my skin where I would wake up every two hours at night with bloody sheets and cuts in my skin. I’ll be honest, I stayed in the house mostly out of comfort because it hurt for me to move. But I had time to think that I could be so much worse off. While we were at IMS, the teachers commented that we were lucky just to be able to be there because so many people have not had the opportunity. And as I lay in bed moaning in misery, I remembered that I had a home, I had parents and friends who loved me, I was lucky enough to be able to attend a college like Williams, and I was young with a life of so many possibilities. Its true that often times I still end up feeling sorry for myself and conveying this misery on other people, but I have realized how important it is to gain some perspective, to look at the positivities in my life, since after all, brooding in misery was doing absolutely nothing for me. I can’t say that I no longer care how I look or what other people think of me. But I am starting to learn that the first step is finding the beauty in myself and learning to love who I am.


5 thoughts on “Learning to Love Myself (All of Myself)

  1. DiscoveringMetta – hi there! I just want to tell you that you are doing great. You must not give up. You are a beautiful person both inside and outside. Keep up the good work of not letting yourself talk bad to yourself. You must be your own best friend. Take care, D

  2. I LOVE YOU GIRL! You are one of the most beautiful person I know and its so humbling to see how loving you are to others. I miss you and can’t wait to see you soon!

  3. I had pretty bad acne throughout most of high school and so I understand the feelings you had. I couldn’t even bring myself to talk to girls, becoming very introverted/awkward and often worrying what they thought of me. In my case, also due to a radical medication (that can cause problems in pregnant women and made my skin super-sensitive to the sun!), I was able to recover and subsequently regain my confidence.

    But the real problem was not the acne. I was putting the judgement of my worth in the hands of others outside of myself. This will never lead to lasting happiness. So I’m trying to learn to love myself just as I am, believing that I am just the perfect ‘me’ that I need to be in this present moment. If I needed to be different in this moment, the Universe would have made me differently. So I desire to flow with the Universe’s intention and love myself just the way I was made. Everything in life can teach us something, if we don’t let our egos get in the way. All the best! 🙂

    • Thanks for sharing your story Justin. That is exactly what I am aiming for, although I must admit, it is not easy. You share a great perspective and I am thankful that we were able to meet at the retreat. Warm regards!

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