This post is brought to you by Physiogel.
I don't know if you've seen the new Physiogel commercial starring model Patti Grandridge. It's been making the rounds on YouTube videos, you know, the ad that comes before the real video you wanted to watch is played. Here it is:
I like how honest she is. You know me—Little Mrs Honesty! I'm glad that she confessed that perfection is actually harming us women. Especially me, now, as a mom and all these mom bloggers are coming out and the homes and dishes and children they're parading are all perfect. For a while there, I wanted to be that perfect, too. To my amazement, my own blog readers tell me I'm perfect! Which strikes me as crazy because every single day, I feel like I'm failing. It's everything from my hair and skin not looking their best to managing my household and how I treat my kids. And to be seen as "perfect" (whatever that means!) is also stress-inducing because there's pressure to keep up appearances.
Finally, I just told myself (okay, I still keep telling myself!) that it's okay not to be perfect and to not be affected by other people's perception and expectation of perfection. Otherwise, I'll feel trapped by what people expect of me as a mother, a homemaker and a woman. And really, who wants to feel trapped? That's no way to live!
And that's where Physiogel's new campaign, the #FreeInMySkin Movement, comes in.
In my case, I am more insecure now as a wife and mother than I was when I was single and childless. I've never really felt insecure because I didn't care what people thought. So even though I knew my acne-ridden face was bad, my dry skin made my legs scaly, and my clothes were cheap, I showed up where and when I was needed and advanced in career and life. Despite what I looked like or what I lacked, I didn't want anything to hold me back.
Then I got married and I worried. I worry about my looks, how I want to be more beautiful than ever before, because I want my husband to not just love what I make him feel but also to appreciate what he sees. I worry about my rough skin and cracked heels because I want my husband to feel only soft and smooth skin when he touches me.
Then I had kids! So now of course I want my hands to be soft so that when I touch my babies, change their diapers, wash their bums, and hold their hands, their delicate skin won't be scratched by my roughness.
How about you? Did you have insecurities caused by not looking your best? Or because you didn't believe you were perfect? How did your perceived physical flaws hold you back? How did you overcome them?