Oh, I think this issue is pretty tricky. I think that whoever spoke of insecurity was headed in the right direction, but it’s more subtle than that.
I don’t know if this is the case for Aviona, but for me, my self image doesn’t include the possibility of being good looking. Sometimes, in the secrecy of a dark closet, when I look in the mirror, I might think ‘that guy is pretty handsome!’ (The dark closet is metaphorical, btw).
However, if I admit to being good looking (and my kids are really gorgeous, so I must have contributed something), then I have to figure out why I couldn’t take advantage of it. If I am ugly, as the party line goes, then I can blame my failures in the area of relationships on that. Well, I can’t really say I’ve failed in relationships, either.
This is why it’s tricky. On some level, I do feel like a failure, and somehow this idea of failure is tied in with the notion of beauty. It’s kind of like that Britain’s Got Talent lady. She was so dowdy that no one could imagine her having that incredible voice.
If I’m good looking, then people expect me to behave like someone who is good looking. They expect me to have confidence and success. My self view does not include confidence and success. My self view is quite the opposite.
Part of that is my disease, but part of that is something that has always been with me. As long as I’m ugly, I dont have to feel bad about not being who I want to be. I’m ugly, after all. As if that explains it.
Deep inside me is a great sadness. I’ve missed out on a lot of something, I believe, because I’ve seen myself as ugly. I won’t share a picture with anyone, because I don’t want you to be able to say that I’m not ugly, just as Aviona was reluctant to share her pictures, and then warned us she wasn’t doing it to fish for compliments.
I’m probably projecting too much, but I wonder if Aviona has some kind of similar view. I feel a special connection with her because we both have the same brain disorder. I, too, think she’s gorgeous, and although I’ve told her this, it was very difficult for me to say it, because I have this belief that if I mention looks, people will think that’s all I’m interested in. One is supposed to like others for their personalities.
That’s the way it usually is on the internet, where we only have words. But when we have pictures, it changes things. We know people are more kindly inclined towards the beautiful. It’s hardly fair. Yet, for those of us who want to be appreciated for what it inside, not outside, it is important not to be seen. And, in my case, for people to believe I’m ugly. For that fits my personality, at least, as I see myself.
Oh well. I’ve again written to long, and probably this is mostly bullshit, and not really relevant, but I hope not. But there are other things about myself that I have to pretend are bad, lest I become responsible for being good.