I used to hate that I have big hands and feet. When I was in Junior High/HS I thought women were supposed to have petite little hands and feet. I actually used to try to buy a size 9 shoe whenever possible even if they were slightly uncomfortable because a 10 was just way too big to admit to. I don't care anymore though, I embrace my giant Schindler feet ;o) Plus, then fewer people can ask to borrow my heels (I'm a bit protective of my shoes!).
I also really don't like that I have a bit of a hunch in my upper back. That's one I still don't like, but I don't worry about as much anymore because it's never going away so no sense in letting it bother me. I do remember being in High School and almost never wearing my hair in a ponytail to try covering it. And I do remember the boy I had a monster crush on in HS telling someone he'd never date me because I have a "hunch back." Meanest and most shallow thing I think anyone has ever said about me, but I don't waste my time on people like that anymore! I actually kind of chuckle about it now because it is such a petty thing to judge someone on.
It is now day two of me thinking about this blog, but I woke up this morning and realized something I tend to worry about a lot. I tend to worry that something I say or do is misinterpreted by the person(s) it was directed at. Sometimes I worry about it for a long time and eventually push it further back in my memory. Other times, I confront the person about it and I was usually worrying for no reason. So, this leads me to believe I should either remind myself in this situation that I'm worrying for no reason, or confront the person about it so there is no misunderstanding. I think I worry about this most when I feel the person will interpret it as me being rude, conceited, or insensitive.
|I don't really have a picture of my insecurity, so here is my new haircut!|
|And here is my giant size 10 foot :o)|