Over the weekend, someone whom I respect said something quite profound: If we criticized friends like we criticize ourselves, we wouldn’t have any friends. And that is the truth. For sure, I’m the master of self-criticism—wake up in the morning with one on my lips, have them at the ready when I’m working and writing and playing and loving, go to sleep, too, with a few ringing in my head, too. What’s with your hair? Why is your house such a wreck? How is it that you only wrote three stories today—all of them for free? Your skin looks like it belongs to a 14-year-old pubescent—what’s with all the acne? Seriously: gain one more pound and that double chin is going to start holding conversations with you.
I can be such a bitch to Denene.
And honestly? Some days, I just don’t like me.
This isn’t a new phenomenon for me; I’ve spent a lifetime leading the “Denene sucks” parade. Charge it to the game I was taught to play early on: Be humble at all costs, don’t speak unless spoken to, be tragically grateful for everything you get, even if you think you should have gotten more—these were the mantras of my childhood. They’ve had a divine impact in some respects; there is great value in not being a braggart, even greater value in being a good listener and thankful for your blessings.
But loving yourself, being your best cheerleader and standing up for what you deserve? Priceless.
And so, this month, I’m joining my friend Christie of ChatterboxChristie in her #Flawless12 campaign—a project the mom of two, who spent last year being candid about her struggle with weight and self-esteem, created to publicly declare that she is going to spend 2012 learning how to love and nurture herself. Project #Flawless12 begins today and, over the next 29 days, I’ll be joining Christie in “flaunting my divine imperfections” and “creatively and boldly showing some self-love.”
Christie isn’t playing around, either; the first prompt is “You #NoFilter.” We are to show ourselves in a picture first thing in the morning, sans make-up, sans camera tricks. Just us as we are when we wake up, before we put on the mask, before we create a mirage of our physical selves.
So there it is, at the top of this post. No one—and I mean no one—aside from my husband, kids, and my Lila’s bus driver sees what I look like first thing in the morning. Headrag, dry lips, t-shirt, puffy eyes—it’s not pretty. At least that what I say to myself. Funny thing is, my husband looks at me first thing in the morning, and he calls me… beautiful. Crazy hair, crazy face, crazy breath, all crazy everything, and he still talks to me like I’m the hottest woman on the planet.
If he can look at me and all my imperfections and see that, shouldn’t I be able to?
I’m working on it.
Join Christie in the #Flawless12 project! You can answer the prompts in any way that moves you—pictures, blog posts, videos, tweets, status updates, pins on Pinterest, whatever. Answer them publicly, answer them privately—answer all of them or one of them. It’s your choice. All about YOU. For more information, check out the #Flawless12 project here.
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I love you for this! This was fabulous! And you are so beautiful…inside and out! THIS is why I started this project! You truly embody the concept of “Flawless!” Thank you for your support!
So true! If I criticized friends like I do myself- I wouldn’t have any friends. Thanks for sharing! I’m not a mom (actually far from it) but I love reading my Brown Baby and enjoy the thought provoking articles/projects like this 🙂
You ARE beautiful! This is a wonderful and inspiring project, thank you for sharing it here.
As I suspected. Stunning. I’m doing it too.
I have been doing it for years…. I have learned to balance being my own best friend cheer leader and critic. I am happy to hear that you are embracing yourself…love yourself flaws in all…
Thank you for sharing and for your candor. This is awesome! I’m going to subscribe to her blog and join in on the project.
You and Angie make me wish I was rockin’ my head rag!
Winks & Smiles,
Let me go on ahead and KICK YOU OUT of your place in the front of the “Denene sucks” parade. Thank you for writing honestly, sharing boldly, and allowing your writing magic to reach us right where we are.
You are perfectly imperfect, as am I, and everyone else reading these words. Remember to love on yourself (MORE!), because you’re gonna need to be on your side when life gets all who-want-it-with-Life.
“Loving yourself, being your best cheerleader, and standing up for what you deserve.” Priceless indeed–thanks for that.
Wow! Don’t think I’m brave enough to post a just out of bed pic of me. Yours looks gorgeous though! So maybe I don’t look as bad as I think if you look this good. Did that make sense? Just maybe I only see imperfections. But when I look at yours after reading your perceived imperfections and only see a beautiful face, I think maybe I’m wrong. 🙂
I agree with your husband. You ARE beautiful! Love the project, will have to go check our Christie’s blog too. Found yours through this link http://www.huffingtonpost.com/denene-millner/african-american-birth-story-hospital_b_1231247.html ( I’m appalled by your treatment, and saddened. NO ONE should be treated that way, and especially not during child birth. I hope your second was as amazing as you had hoped the first would be.)