If I were to begin to name the amount of insecurities I have, this would be my version of the never-ending story. But one of my biggest insecurities happens to be three small annoyances. If you’ve ever met me, you may notice that I have three scars on my chest that are much more visible than I would like them to be.
When I was in high school, I had acne like many of us did but I unfortunately happened to get body acne which, in my experience, was a complete nightmare. Thanks to this acne that decided to heal incorrectly I now have two keloids, and the remainder of one that the doctor attempted to removed. Many people would ask and still ask to this very day: “What happened?” “Did you have heart surgery?” (The worst.) “Were you attacked by a tiger?” I would try to cover them with makeup especially after the questions started coming, making me uncomfortable and creating this bigger insecurity.
I had to make a decision of whether or not I would choose to continue on with treatment to remove my scars, wear crewnecks for the rest of my life, or embrace that I needed to truly and completely love the body and skin that was in, flaws and all. I came to the conclusion that I had to accept who I was with what I was given. As hard as this was, and there are still times where I wish I could have them removed, I’m much more comfortable with the skin I’m in because I’ve simply accepted that I can’t change it.
We all come to a point where we have to make a decision about who we are and the life we were given. It was not until recently that I was told how much it didn’t matter that I had these and how these marks on my skin didn’t define who I was or how beautiful a person was. After that small gesture, I now embrace this flaw that I have and overlook it. When people ask me now I no longer hesitate to respond and rather I embrace these small annoying things that I was given.
When’s the last time you’ve accepted an insecurity? Or are you currently working towards it? Let’s discuss in the comments!