Most days I'd wake and look in the mirror and wouldn't like a single thing that's staring back at me. It was a rare day that I'd be even slightly impressed.
I'd beat myself up about my wrinkles, my grey hair, my moustache, my double chin, my thin eyelashes, my face cellulite (does anybody relate to the face cellulite??). And that was just my face! If I were to write a list of things that I didn't like about my body, I'd be here until the very end of time.
Let's just say that I'm not my biggest fan (physically - I actually do like myself as a person - quite a contradiction and I'm aware of that - but that's just the way it is... at this moment).
Surprisingly, this comes as an utter shock to most people I tell. On the outside I seem so confident... and *shudder - their words not mine* attractive.
One thing I've come to realise is that the way I see myself, certainly isn't the way others see me. Now, I'm no supermodel or oil painting - but I'm not the hideous monster that looks back at me from time to time.
I'm me! And I am beautiful... the sooner I embrace that, the better (oh I'm working on it).
Why is it that we are sooooo fucking critical of ourselves, but not of others? (Well... I am - I can't say this relates to everyone because everyone hasn't had the same experience or belief system as I do - but I'm sure there are quite a few of you out there!)
See, the thing is... regardless of who you are, what you look like, what you've been though... there is someone out there that looks up to you. Someone who wishes they could be as brave, strong, emotional, free, happy, slim, pretty, tall, big boobed, small boobed, arsey, funny, creative, smart, witty (I think you get the picture) as you are.
I propose that each day... you tell at least one person, who wouldn't expect it, something that you admire about them.
And if you are lucky enough to be at the receiving end of such a compliment, that you accept that compliment graciously. Don't question it... Just accept it. The truth shall set you free - as one would say.
Born in the late 70s during the depths of a harsh Melbourne winter, in her mid 20s, Karls migrated to a much warmer climate - then back to the cooler climate and once again to a warmer climate. With all this to-ing and fro-ing, she's discovered that home is where the heart is... in her case, anywhere that serves ice cold beer.