Like when you reach 52 years and you think you’ve lived long enough to never have another zit. Then, you wake up with a huge zit on your forehead. It happens. Believe me.
I was a normal as the next teenager kind of teenager. If the “next” teenager was a little odd. I had typical reactions to embarrassing facial eruptions. I railed against them. I declared my life over. In my defense, on one occasion, I got a huge zit the morning of prom. I think can justify my histrionics that day.
Now? A big zit on my forehead is just a big zit. Who cares? Slap some concealer on that baby and welcome it to the family. I wouldn’t choose to have a zit, but if one appears, I have no problem with acceptance.
I have been working toward self-acceptance. A thought occurred to me that when I am self-accepting, I view my self-acceptance much as I view a zit on my forehead. I might as well be cool with it and live anyway.
That isn’t enough.
We can’t just settle for self-acceptance. We must defend ourselves.
We have to jump in with both feet and release our inner momma bear that comes out when something or someone threatens a person we love. We have to release that inner momma bear for our own damn selves. Especially, during those times when we are our own biggest threat.
How can we become who we are supposed to be if we aren’t dedicated to defending ourselves?
I am not suggesting that we defend our own bad behavior. I am not saying that we have to always be right. I am talking about defending ourselves the way we defend a child we love. When we defend a child, we don’t say “I defend him, even though he sometimes throws tantrums and eats his boogers!” The tantrums and boogers don’t matter. We defend the child. Period.
We counsel the child about his booger eating ways. We let him know that one more tantrum means a long expanse of time with no video games. These behaviors in no way impact our willingness and need to defend that child. Even though the child has room for improvement.
Of course, we should continue to improve. Of course, we should try to change negative behavior. Especially, if you’re still eating boogers.
But that doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t wholeheartedly defend ourselves.
It’s not just self-acceptance.
I suffer from depression and anxiety. An ongoing medication issue has caused my anxiety to be particularly bad for the past few months.
I realize that last sentence undersells how I feel. I have been in a near constant state of fight or flight. I want to punch something that I can’t see and want to run from something that isn’t chasing me.
I am sending my brain danger signals and my brain behaves as designed. Fight or flight.
I find when I tell myself “I will defend you” that my anxiety dies down. Maybe just for a few minutes, but sometimes that is all I need.
I get a handle on the fact that my job sometimes sucks and is stressful, that our last child is nearly grown and that my husband and I are aging.
Remember Kathy Bates character in Fried Green Tomatoes?
I found her battle cry of “TOWANDA!” amusing. Cute even .
I was a young woman when I first saw that woman. I am entrenched in midlife now and I am finding the battle cry necessary. What that battle cry says to me is “You are fine. You can relax. I am here to defend you and trust me when I tell you, I am good at defending you”.
No one is better at defending loved ones than I am. The concept of defending myself wasn’t one I had even considered and it is so simple, really.
We must accept ourselves. Self acceptance is important. We won’t defend something we don’t accept.
When we defend ourselves, then we are safe. We carry our protector with us.
I will always take care of me. I will defend myself.
Say it with me. “TOWANDA!”