I've spent my whole life thinking I have something to prove - even my smile, which you can see in this post, says, "I dare you - challenge me. Tell me there's something I can't (or shouldn't) do." I've actually had this post on the back burner for a long time, or at least the idea for it; I remember walking to work in my Minnetonka moccasins thinking that I could never appear on my blog in them, the same way I could never appear in front of anyone without make-up or in flat shoes, because only really pretty, skinny girls could get away with that. This isn't me fishing for compliments, just an honest chronicle of my life experience that, I'm sad to say, I don't think is all that much different from anyone else's. I don't know why I've so often felt inferior because of my body; my parents are wonderful, supportive people who taught me that it is my brain that distinguishes me, never my appearance. But despite that, for a long time I've lived in fear of short shorts and letting the world see the true (limited) length of my legs. I'm not sure whether I should chalk it up to aging, or just to the realisation that I am far more critical of myself than anyone else could be, but the truth is, I've reached a point in my life where the length of my shorts no longer matters to me - the only thing that matters is that I feel comfortable in the clothes I put on. Sometimes those clothes might not make me look appealing to others, but that no longer impacts my thinking. Do you have part of yourself that have made you feel less than perfect? I think we do all - but the question is, how have we all learned to live with that feeling? Or better yet, how do we truly get over it, once and for all?
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