I Am Who I Am

My husband took this photo, a quick, "Honey, look over here." And the result is this photo, one of my husband's favorites of me.

In early June, a week or so before we left Los Angeles for Honolulu, I spoke to my therapist about how self-conscious I felt about my 49-year-old body and how it looks in a bathing suit. 

“I’ve gained weight, and I don’t know if it’s because of the Prednisone or menopause, or both,” I said. 

“My bathing suit bottom doesn’t fit.”

“I need to buy new shirts.”

And on it went like that.

And, my therapist, being the kind, thoughtful, smart person that she is, said something so incredibly spot-on that it’s now become an internal mantra. 

“You are who you are,” she said.

When she said it, I knew it was a great phrase. But I didn’t realize during our Zoom session the impact of those five little words and how often those words would play on a repeating loop in my head. I relied on those words not just when we were in Oahu, and I looked at my bathing-suit-wearing-self in the bathroom mirror. 

Back home, I find those words to be a comfort, something I can carry with me and have available any time, and every time, I need it. 

Sometimes I softly repeat the words, I am who I am.

Other times I silently mouth the words, watching myself in the mirror. I am who I am.

On the one hand, it’s a super simple piece of advice, and yet it felt like something brand new, something I had never thought of before. Wise words I had been gifted. 

I am who I am.

Why waste my limited time and energy thinking negatively about how I look? Or how I don’t look? 

If a magic wand did exist, if I could swirl it around and abracadabra change my weight or the way my body looked, I wouldn’t use it.

The truth is I would much rather use that magic wand to alleviate my pain. Living with an invisible disability has taught me that I am so much more than my chronic illness. Likewise, I am so much more than numbers on a scale.

I am who I am. 

Dear Readers, do you have a mantra or phrase you use to help overcome difficult situations and/or help you get through a rough patch? If you’re comfortable doing so, please share in the comments.

One Foot In Front of the Other

Photo Credit: HerStry

Dear Readers, I have more publication news to share!

I’m proud to say my personal essay, “One Foot In Front of the Other,” was published by HerStry as part of their Monthly Theme Series. February’s theme was “My Body, Myself.”

Here is just a snippet:

“It’s easy to look at my body and feel disappointed, disheartened, and cheated. I’m in my forties, a time when many women feel empowered, as if they have reached their prime. But that’s not how I feel. I feel like my aging process has been sped up, like a time lapse video. I feel like my body can’t entirely be relied on, as if I’m defective. 

“I’m closer to fifty than I am to forty and am trying to make peace with this compromised body of mine. Occasionally I look at myself in the mirror and linger on my face. I think back to all those days when I yearned for clearer skin. Now, an occasional pimple doesn’t even register on my list of things to be concerned about. Now my self-consciousness has transferred to my left leg with its two scars (from two different muscle biopsies) and prominent red, blue, and purple veins.” 

You can click here to read the essay in its entirety.