Dear Owner…

By Nadine, Already Pretty Contributor

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Going back to school, I knew my time would be taken up with lots of book learnin’, essay writing, and late-night studying. But it turns out our professors want to do more than simply fill our heads with big, brainy academic stuff. We’re continually reminded that for many of us, sex is an intensely personal issue that leaves us majorly vulnerable. As sexuality professionals, it’s vital that we’re knowledgeable, but it’s equally important for us to have empathy and compassion. Not only are we taught techniques for teaching clients, we’re encouraged to participate, so that we can better understand the things that the people we work with might be feeling.

You may be thinking that sexuality studies + techniques = Hubba Hubba! Sorry to disappoint but to it’s pretty PG. For example, we did a very basic body image exercise. We were asked to write a letter that began “Dear Owner,” from our own bodies. I was confident I had this thing on lock. I’m not perfect but I’m at a place in my life where I feel pretty comfortable with what I see when I look in the mirror. I had no reluctance about the assignment at all, as I was fairly certain it would be largely positive.

And so I began:

Dear Owner,

I think we’re both happy that you’re learning to accept and enjoy the outside stuff. I’m super jazzed that we’re doing the natural hair thing. I feel so good every time we put our hands up there and between you and me, I think it suits you really well.

As for the rest of the bod, I know you’re into it more than you ever were before. And I know it’s because we’re coming up on forty. Sure there are some creaks and stiff parts. But overall I think I’m holding up pretty well nearly four decades in. So thanks for all of that and also self-high fives, because we can’t high ten ourselves now, can we?

So there’s that. Now here’s the not so good. I’m doing well on the outside but you know I have some challenges on the inside. The anxiety. The depression. I know that my chemistry is problematic. I know I have flawed hormones and neurotransmitters. I know you hate the unfocused fear that overwhelms your mind. I hate the heart palpitations, the shortness of breath and those awful muscular contractions. Also it makes me wring my hands, which seriously? Do I look like a fretful English school marm? I also hate the crying. Actually I secretly love the crying because it gets all the icky stuff out. What I hate is the way you make me hold it in and hold it in, because you don’t want to deal with people’s reaction to your tears. That makes my head hurt and neither of us enjoy that.

But more than that I hate that you blame me for this. I mean, I don’t hate you. I love you. And I want you to love me. And I want you to accept that this isn’t my fault. I’m not doing this to you on purpose. This is just how I am. Maybe I was like this when we were born. Or maybe it’s because of stuff that’s happened. I don’t know. But you have to believe me when I tell you I can’t help that I’m like this. And that you make everything worse when you blame me. And it’s not fair. You know other people who are like us.  When their bodies react the way ours does, you’re nice to them. You say, “It’s OK, it’s not your fault,” and you accept them and love them anyway because they’re still good people worth loving. So why can’t you do that for me? Why can’t you stop being angry at me? I think if you could just accept me the way I am, we’d both be much happier.

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that. Thanks again for the outside stuff. See you in the mirror!

Love,
Your body

My fellow authors will understand what I mean when I say that sometimes writing is something you do and sometimes writing is something that happens to you. This letter happened to me. These weren’t the words I was expecting when I sat down to write this letter. I didn’t expect to wind up with tears in my eyes, confronting my own self torment. But I’m glad that it did. It made me realize I had some major cognitive dissonance going on. I would never dream of blaming someone for having a mental illness. Illness isn’t something we chose, it’s something that happens to our bodies. If you told me, “Nadine, so-and-so is angry at me because my body doesn’t work perfectly,” I’d tell you that person was being completely unreasonable. Yet I somehow decided it wasn’t really being mean and I wasn’t really doing any harm if I treated myself that way, which, um, NO! And also, WRONG!

So, yeah. I’m not going to do that anymore. I’ve learned to be nice to the outside of my body, but that only goes so far. Now I need to practice being just as nice to the inside of my body. If compassion is something I need in order to work with others, I should probably have some for myself as well. Going back to school is teaching me some very unexpected lessons.

What parts of yourself do love? Are there things about your body – inside or out – that you struggle to accept? What ways have you found of being nice to your body?

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Already Pretty contributor Nadine Thornhill is a sex educator and blogger at Adorkable Undies. She is a new resident of the San Francisco Bay Area, having recently moved from Ottawa, Ontario to pursue a Doctor of Education in Human Sexuality. Her writing tends toward subjects such as clitorises, feminism, vibrators, body image, gender politics and non-monogamy. She is a passionately committed Scrabble player and lifelong klutz, having sustained 16 concussions to date.

 

  • http://couturgatory.blogspot.com Aya in Couturgatory

    Nadine, this letter is amazing. Thank you so much for sharing your intimate feelings and so much of yourself with us.

    I found myself saying, “Yes. Yes.. YES!” to your third paragraph. I can’t seem to get past holding in anxiety and tears on and on even when I logically know crying relieves so much. A less time efficient but more socially acceptable (in my mind) substitute is jogging, which I do for long periods.

    My long love of martial arts and athletics, discovered as an accidental therapy to anxiety, has taught me to love my gross anatomy- my muscles, my organs, even my face in the mirror. Now I’m taking the next step by fixing my insurance, seeking cognitive therapy, and buying books about being an adult living with ADHD. Again, thank you so much for your post. I spend all this time illogically feeling alone when there are many women out there who understand precisely this feeling.

  • Jean

    Amen to this. And thank you for raising this. I too have a nice lock on loving my body as it appears on the outside (um, aging is challenging that a bit). But I feel deep, deep shame at my infertility. As if it’s “my fault.” And I will say that the United States’ “eat right and exercise” mantra, is taken way too far in this country. I do that stuff and my hormones went haywire anyway. In a way modern medicine doesn’t understand or have a lock on. The body is a complex system, after all, and our minds play a part in it. Shutting up. Thank you for this. Beautiful. Be well.

  • Chelsea

    Thank you for sharing this. I can really relate to being comfortable with things on the outside and feeling crappy about some of the things that happen inside. Life can really be rough sometimes. It’s nice to be reminded that I don’t have to take it out on myself and that I’m not alone, even if it sometimes feel like it. Thanks again.

  • Sarah

    I can’t believe I’m reading this today. Yesterday was one of the worst days I’ve had in a long time and I was hating my overly hormonal body so much and was bursting into tears all day (didn’t help that it was Remembrance day here in Canada, which always makes me cry anyway)(I also feel better after crying, like I’ve purged the toxins)
    It’s like I wrote this letter, or rather, it’s the letter that my body would write to me. I really am blown away. Thank you for this beautiful letter.

  • Megan

    Wow, I needed this today! I have always loved my body over all for it’s health and resilience. That all started to change about two years ago as my periods become more and more horrific as the months went on. I had exploratory surgery earlier this year and learned that I was covered in endometrial scar tissue, had a cyst on each ovary, a fibroid tumor, one ovary stuck down in the wrong spot due the the scar tissue AND had two completely blocked Fallopian tubes. For the first time, I felt truly disappointed by my body. I struggle daily with the knowledge that my illness (endometriosis) has no cure and that I will always be in pain. I struggle with the knowledge that I cannot have a baby. It has made me angry at my body, but for what? It is not my body’s fault that these things have happened to us. It is suffering just like I am. I’m sure my body does not enjoy the pain we experience constantly. I am sure my body aches with me, longing for the child that we cannot create.

    Thank you for helping remind me that my body is not to blame :)

  • Jen

    Thank you so much for sharing this with us. I don’t know that I’m as accepting of my outer body as you. I have sleep apnea and recent gallbladder attacks and slight high blood pressure and am working on losing weight and becoming healthier. However, my mental difficulties make me much more upset than any of the above. I feel I could have written the third and fourth paragraph. I don’t understand why I feel my body has betrayed me by having depression and anxiety, as well as a less than neurotypical brain, but it’s not my fault. I can do things to help it–meds, therapy, yoga, letting it out instead of bringing it internal, but ultimately, I shouldn’t blame myself when I have a crappy-crying day or even week. I’m just wired differently. Hugs and good thoughts to you. You are not alone.

  • Stacie

    Your letter has made me think about doing this exercise myself. In fact, it would be a good annual ritual, on a birthday or New Years. Just a chance to check in, take that long hard look, give myself a hug and move on! Thanks for sharing!