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clevermanka) wrote2012-09-14 10:22 am
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It's hard to dance with a devil on your back
On Wednesday, soon after I posted my tale of woe on LJ, I emailed a friend of mine who has similar health problems and writes a fantastic blog where she doesn't shy away from tough topics or sugar-coat (ha) the hard stuff. This is the same person who introduced me to the phrase "the best version of me," which I love because it eliminates any possibility of comparing myself to other people and measuring myself against impossible standards. She is a very wise woman. So I asked her the same question: What about people who hate their body, not because of how it looks but because it betrays them on a regular basis?
Her response was fantastic: "Your body is doing its best right now. And being mad at your body for not being stronger is like being mad at your body for being its height or for your eye color. Strength is pretty much objective: you can lift it or you can't. For me, I've been able to find freedom in that because there's no value judgment. You're not 'less than' because you're not strong enough to lift a particular weight, anymore than you're 'less than' because you're not 5'11"."
Your body is doing its best right now. Your body is doing its best right now. My body is doing its best right now. My body is doing its best right now.
These health problems are not my fault, and neither are they the fault of my body. I carried so much anger and hate toward my body because I was trying so hard to be healthy, and I felt like my body was betraying me. But my body is struggling along with me, doing its best to keep me going--sacrificing certain functions just to keep me moving, keeping me from falling down.
My body is doing its best right now.
How amazing is that idea? So simple and obvious, but it didn't occur to me to think of it like that. It's so good to have smart friends with helpful words.
I shall stop being angry at my body. Why do I feel like I need to be angry at something anyway? If I need to be angry (and that's something else I need to examine further), there are so many things to be angry about right now--the current culture of misogyny that seems to be getting worse than ever, the disdain and uncomprehending privilege directed at people living in generational poverty, the fear and hate toward people who don't subscribe to a hetero-normative family or relationship--I mean COME ON. There is so much to be angry about in the world. Why direct that anger inward? Whom does that help? If I'm going to be angry (and that is a big if, because let's face it, anger doesn't help decrease cortisol), I might as well make it count. That's introspection for another day, though.
Starting today, the energy I used for being angry at my body and sad that I can't do certain things shall be otherwise used. I don't know that I can go so far as to say I'm going to love my body. For one, I am a firm believer in small change, and for two, I am uncomfortable with whole notion of loving one's body. Liking, appreciating, reveling in the sensations of, okay, yes. Not sure I'm on board with the idea of loving my (or anyone's) body.
But anyway, no more effort squandered on something as useless as hating my body. I'm done. That hate wasn't doing us any good. And how can I hate something that's working just as hard as I am to make myself the best version of me?
Her response was fantastic: "Your body is doing its best right now. And being mad at your body for not being stronger is like being mad at your body for being its height or for your eye color. Strength is pretty much objective: you can lift it or you can't. For me, I've been able to find freedom in that because there's no value judgment. You're not 'less than' because you're not strong enough to lift a particular weight, anymore than you're 'less than' because you're not 5'11"."
Your body is doing its best right now. Your body is doing its best right now. My body is doing its best right now. My body is doing its best right now.
These health problems are not my fault, and neither are they the fault of my body. I carried so much anger and hate toward my body because I was trying so hard to be healthy, and I felt like my body was betraying me. But my body is struggling along with me, doing its best to keep me going--sacrificing certain functions just to keep me moving, keeping me from falling down.
My body is doing its best right now.
How amazing is that idea? So simple and obvious, but it didn't occur to me to think of it like that. It's so good to have smart friends with helpful words.
I shall stop being angry at my body. Why do I feel like I need to be angry at something anyway? If I need to be angry (and that's something else I need to examine further), there are so many things to be angry about right now--the current culture of misogyny that seems to be getting worse than ever, the disdain and uncomprehending privilege directed at people living in generational poverty, the fear and hate toward people who don't subscribe to a hetero-normative family or relationship--I mean COME ON. There is so much to be angry about in the world. Why direct that anger inward? Whom does that help? If I'm going to be angry (and that is a big if, because let's face it, anger doesn't help decrease cortisol), I might as well make it count. That's introspection for another day, though.
Starting today, the energy I used for being angry at my body and sad that I can't do certain things shall be otherwise used. I don't know that I can go so far as to say I'm going to love my body. For one, I am a firm believer in small change, and for two, I am uncomfortable with whole notion of loving one's body. Liking, appreciating, reveling in the sensations of, okay, yes. Not sure I'm on board with the idea of loving my (or anyone's) body.
But anyway, no more effort squandered on something as useless as hating my body. I'm done. That hate wasn't doing us any good. And how can I hate something that's working just as hard as I am to make myself the best version of me?

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I have my own issues with anger that I cannot seem to overcome. I recognize that it is exhausting physically and mentally and damaging in other ways. It is probably the most powerful thing I experience, and I applaud you for being able to redirect it.
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Yes. Feel free to remind me of this. Frequently. I'll probably need help shifting gears on this. I've been in this mindset for a long time.
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Another (similarly compound): bellydance. Even when you feel like crap, you get out there and entertain the hell out of people. Even when you aren't happy with how your body looks, you make beautiful costumes and dance all full of joy.
YOU ROCK.
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Even when you're tired, man. Even when you're tired.
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Hopefully Whole30 can realign some of that... as I take better care of my dietary choices and be more vigilant with what I'm taking in thataway... the mental stuff might therefore follow. Hopefully.
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Someone said a version of this to me earlier this week in relationship to my body struggles as well. Of course, I did retort that it would be easier if my body didn't have tell me about her efforts in such a kvetchy way; )
Seriously, though, this has been on my mind all week between the Kolata book, the conversation to which I'm referring, your post on Wed and this one, and the thoughts behind my post on FB earlier today:
"It has come to my attention that, in an effort to cope with chronic pain over the years, I have learned to ignore most of what my body has to say, just as I've seen people do with whiny, constantly complaining family members. This needs to change."
It is time that I make peace with my body and begin to really listen what she has to say to me. You never know, if I listen to her more, maybe she won't need to complain so much. Could happen.
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I've also been trying to tune in rather than tune out what my body has to say. It has been...well...odd. On one hand, I have had some nasty irritated eye and inflamed inner ear issue of unknown origin that have made two of my senses wacky. At the same time, my eating habits seem to be shifting in unexpected ways. I will stay tuned and see what comes of it all. I'm sure my Body Journal will tell quite a tale after six months of keeping track of it all.
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I mean that in a "challenge to be taken" and not a "whiny-won't-try" way.
My body is doing its best right now, therefore it behooves me to support, not sabotage its efforts.
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I also saw this today, which was pretty great:
http://jezebel.com/5942682/amy-poehler-teaches-you-to-feel-better-about-your-body
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Which is why the "your body is doing the best it can" resonated with me. My body might be doing, frankly, pretty damn shitty. But at that moment, pretty damn shitty might be the best it can do, and I can't be angry at something doing its best.
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It's been an interesting few days! I'll be writing another post about my experiences with it in the early stages soon.