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Like most of us here, somewhere under the surface of my glossy smile, there has run a slimy layer of shame. How did it get there? I didn’t put it there! I was be born and shoved into the world with this thing that some folks have gleefully labeled as wrong, sick, bad, perverted and the list goes on…
As a prissy little boy growing up in a very military 1960’s family, the idea of expressing this pretty factor was absolutely forbidden. Oh, it was there, and I knew it, but don’t let it show whatever you do!
I remember coming home one day from school, after seeing a few of my guy friends, of which there were very few in truth. I hung out with the girls much more than the guys, who were starting to wear a single stud earring in their left ears. My dad said, “No son of mine will wear a GD earring; not while he’s under my roof he won’t!” I'd felt the sting of his military belt, so I knew he meant business.
This thin, slimy layer of shame began as a spec, but then spread like a fungus in the shadows of my mind. It fed on the comments I would hear daily, such as, "he probably squats to pee" or "look there goes one of them limp-wristed queers;" and " I’m glad you’re not like that son." But I knew I was. I worked hard at not being prissy. I made sure I crossed my legs in a manly way and did my best to never let my pinky finger stick out, although now and then it would, and it never went unnoticed by some members of my tribe.
Along with this slimy layer of shame growing under my skin, there began a second layer of gooey stuff; guilt. Guilt? Yep, because deep down I knew that every day I was lying to everyone around me. I would wear my mask and smile through the hurtful comments that ripped my soul like the jagged edge of a badly opened soup can. I knew I was a pretender, a fraud, and a faker. I was acting how they wanted me to act instead of being true to my own nature, and it was killing me.
There is a difference between guilt and shame—a big difference. Guilt is; I have made a mistake. I have done something that according to the rules of that time was considered wrong. Remember, rules change to reflect the now. When I've made mistakes, I can go back, apologize, and make it right in most cases. This relieves me of the feelings of guilt. Guilt is I have made a mistake, and I can fix it, but shame?
Shame is; I AM the mistake. I am somehow flawed and defective. I am the mistake and there is no way to fix that. Or is there?
Over the course of this incredible journey, this play we call life, I have discovered some truths, which have changed a few of the beliefs I was programmed to adhere to—beliefs such as I am flawed and defective.
First, I began scraping off the guilt layer by simply telling the truth about me. I am a prissy, cute person. I can choose to dress in cameo gear and cut my hair to fit in with the other sheep or I can “Be” who I choose to “Be”.
Okay, guilt gone, I no longer am living a lie to fit in; dishonoring my own true nature to please other’s expectations. Whew, that took a few years to scrape off, that stuff's thick!
Now the shame.
The shame has taken more time to remove, and yet, it has come off much easier than I expected—seems like slime scrapes off easier than gooey stuff after all.
How do we get rid of the shame? Well, the key to learning anything is through repetition. You know what company uses the big yellow letter "M" as their logo simply because you have seen it thousands of times. The same is true for the shame-based beliefs we have about ourselves.
I began looking into my own eyes in the mirror. Every day, even to this day, I spend just a few minutes to look into my own eyes and give my mind a new message. All of those messages of being wrong, sick, bad, etc were not my fault, but they are my responsibility. I, at some level, way back then, accepted those messages as truth, but they are not true and never have been. I can change them right here, right now!
The messages I now feed my mind every day are: I am perfectly okay just as I am or I love you for being exactly who you are! Like the blue rose in the tulip patch, no big fuss, no screaming and ranting, no force needed, just a presence in the garden.
This week, remind yourself to choose you by taking just a couple of minutes, a few times each day, to look into any mirror or reflective surface you walk by. Say something nice to you, “I love you just as you are (insert the name you choose here,)” and then smile big knowing that THAT is the truth. No more guilt, no more shame, just the beginnings of a self-love that will continue to grow magically, as long as you continue to do this simple thing every day, on your own behalf. If we want others to accept and love us, we must first practice doing that for ourselves.
Ping, in time, the reset button clicks, and the new message of self acceptance takes hold in your mind and over time, it chokes out the green slime of shame and replaces it with something magical and as beautiful as you truly are.
Thank you for reading my beautiful friends, and thank you for being exactly—who you are!
Namaste’
n huggles
Char
Thank you. So much difficulty. Accepting my own dressing has really given me a lot of issues with self-worth. They were always there, but I suppose I had an easier time liking my own compromised self than accepting what has been missing all that time. Likewise, all the memories get dredged up of what made me not able to express my femininity. For those of us whose reasons are more complicated than the threat of corporal punishment, the reversal is just as complicated... and then you end up loving yourself less for overthinking so much...
haha sooo true Aoife, getting on the treadmill of over thinking can be crazy making for sure so thank you for making that point; I recently served a client who said, "its over whelming to monitor the mind all the time!" and it can be lol
My self-worth took a serious dive for a while; all of the old beliefs recorded in my childhood flared up like a rash lol...that cup is refilled now along with my self-care cup and the self-love cup is almost fully topped up again... what an awesome life skill to learn!
Standing in front of the mirror daily, and every time I pass any reflective surface like a store front window or something, I look into my own eyes and simply say something like, "Even though you choose to be different, I really love you (name), exactly as you choose to be, you're Okay sweetie!"
...and then (I stop thinking) and get on with my day "feeling and acting,,,as if its true"...The more I do that, the more I truly feel it IS true; this is how I rebuilt my self worth, esteem, confidence and even love, which is a daily practice for me still hehehe
You've Got This Aoife!
Own your inner power and no matter what, "Feel" and "think" what You decide to feel and think..it's a skill that I practice every single day dear soul.
Thank you so much for your comment Aoife, I wish you everything wonderful you an imagine my friend 🙂
Namaste'
n huggles from snowy Canada hehe
Char
I really like your article. I have struggled with my feminine side all my life. My shame was never external, but internal. Shame because I was not into baseball like other boys. Shame over how wonderful my sister's clothes made me feel. So much so that I've spent the last 20yrs in hyper-masculine careers. Law Enforcement, Military, Oilfield. And none of it has made me whole. Only recently have I started to embrace my feminine side and it is so rewarding! Thanks for sharing.
Hugs
Abby
...if you could see my grin right now Abby!! 😀 Goooood Onya Girl!!
Military, Bull riding, Country music drummer/singer, now, "Me"...
I Love feeling feminine and as pretty as I want! and, not allowing others to enter the stage of my mind with any part to play that doesn't support my inner, and outer, Happiness 😉
At my current place of work, they treat me like a lady, I get all the "non-physical" type jobs hehe This is harvesting potatoes, ( I operate the pile-maker in the background) taken a week ago on the job hehe
Thank you Char, for sharing your story and experiences, a very familiar story, for so many of us.
Growing up in the 50s & 60s, everything was so rigidly binary. This is pink, and that is blue, and there is no in between, no never, not for my son. Part of my journey led to masculine pursuits, then alcoholism. 22 years in the macho US Navy, which led to alcoholism. Today, I cross dress, two or three days a week, completely out in public, So many people know me as Peggy Sue, as well as my male self. I am one-in-the-same person. Peggy Sue is an extension of my personality. I feel so liberated and happy!
Peggy Sue, Thaaank you for being exactly who you are!!
I present more female most of the time now days, and everywhere I go, but I haven't done voice work and some days I don't even shave my face haha
I always get the earrings, mascara and eyeliner on though haha cute jeans and prosthetic breasts are a daily for me now. I Am So Grateful to BE Free Peggy Sue and you are changing the world so keep on Girl!!! I Am Proud 🙂
I Love that line in the movie BraveHeart, where William's killed father's ghost speaks to him while laying the the slab..."Your heart is free, have the courage to follow it"...
Thank you Char for a great lesson in acceptance. One has to accept herself before she can expect others to accept her. I always knew of my nature but made life choices based on the circumstances of the time. My only choice now is to be the woman I know I am inside.
Awe and that is a beautiful thing Janice.. It's taken a lot of inner work to reach this point of my adventure, but honestly, I wouldn't change a thing. Everything I have experienced has helped me get to the place of detachment with love for the good opinion of others. Being true to my own soul is what has set me free and I am sooo grateful. To stand calmly in the midst of a storm, unfettered or changed and remaining true and solid in who I choose to be regardless of what "any" source says I "should be".. bit of a rebel ya might say hahaha
Thaaankyou so much for your comment Janice, be beautiful you and know that simply by doing so, you are a part of world change my dear 🙂
Namaste'
n huggles for you Janice
Char
Chat-as always you hit the nail on the head. It is only ourselves who can allow shame to keep us from being true to ourselves and only ourselves that c make the decision to embrace who we are. I’m not ALL the way there but I’m a lot closer than I was four years ago when I joined the site. More folks know about Cyn and even those who don’t KNOW do know “something’s” different about me. Cyn peeks through even while in stealth mode and is much more confident being out in full Cyn mode. Thanks for the inspiration you have provided and continue to provide through your articles, forum posts and replies/comments!
Cyn
aaaand thaaank you Cyn; what an adventure hey? lmao
I've stopped trying to force anything now days, I just shifted from fear to love, not even exactly sure how I did it other than I made a choice to stop hurting "myself" with fearful thinking and adopted a compassionate teacher mindset for those who are still stuck in evolving past the comfort zone of stereo types and stereo types of ages ago haha
Keep on being you Cyn, I Love who you are girl and with solidarity, we are changing the world a little at a time...we can bend a branch into a full circle if we do the bending gently, consistently and slowly 😉
Namaste' dear soul and always warm huggles from the great white north haha yeah, we got snow! hahaha
Char
Parents don't understand the pain they put their nonconformist kids through. Took men 70 years to find out there is nothing to be ashamed about. It really is selfish to force your child to avoid shaming you. Maybe we should call it child abuse.
I think it "IS" abuse when one person or group attempts to force another person or group to conform to what makes "them" feel comfortable, and not have to expand their comfort zone of beliefs.
Even "unintentional" it is still abusive, just not on purpose. My folks behavior was typical adaptive child stuff...you're making me angry, don't upset your father, what will the neighbors think? and so on were normal messages given to us in those days, but are really saying You are responsible for my feelings,,,which was believed then, but was non-the-less, and still, a big fat lie hahaha sadly though, a simple mistake like that can cause years of emotional trauma for rainbow peeps...
My life mission is to help as many people as possible before my demise, to see the bigger picture of the universe and know at the core, that we are magical creatures on this planet, not one better or less than the other, just different and that difference is what we can choose to condemn or to celebrate; I choose to celebrate, even if some folks choose differently hehe
Namaste' Diane and warm huggles from snowy Canada today hehe
Char
Thank you for writing this. At 59 I am still struggling with the guilt and shame, growing up in a very conservative god fearing family. I would be going straight to hell for even to feel the way I do. As a new member, I find that ladies like you here are an inspiration.
Tammy
Thank you. Your words ring so very true. But it is hard advice to follow when you have built an entire life (and other innocent lives) around the mask of other's expectations.
