Think that at some point in life, we sometimes functions under the guise of a falsified persona to protect ourselves from hurt and pain. The “masks” we put on can represent many things – low self-esteem, lack of confidence, fear of judgement, or other such negatively connoted emotional criteria, etc. The list can be long and unforgiving. One day, the mask comes off, and we then expose ourselves to the truth of the world, accepting the potential to be hurt again, or to be disappointed.
The reason you look in the mirror and judge yourself might even be body dysmorphic disorder. I struggle with this all the time, and have since I was in my youth (though I’m getting better!), always keen on repeating negative things about myself or appearance in my head that caused me constant, severe mental and emotional stress.
The Anxiety and Depression Association of America characterizes BDD as: “persistent and intrusive preoccupations with an imagined or slight defect in one’s appearance…” It then goes on to explain that: “…for someone with BDD, the flaw is significant and prominent, often causing severe emotional distress and difficulties in daily functioning.”
But hey, on the bright side, know that the mask indeed CAN come off, with enough practice and even with surrounding yourself with people who are supportive and have the right attitudes. Despite the many masks I myself have worn through my life, I have chosen to be honest and true with myself hereon and take the mask off, exposing myself to whatever the world around me might throw at me, despite my inclinations to sell myself short or criticize myself. It opens you up to wonderful and beautiful things, too. I hope that those of us who still wear those masks can learn to be true to themselves and give life a chance to impress them.
You are worth it. Believe in yourself. Believe in the ability of others to recognize your uniquely beautiful soul.
Aside: If you ever need a little bolstering motivation or a helping hand, you’re always free to send me a private message for a chat. I’m not a psychiatrist, but I can be a good ear, when needed.
Smile on and follow along with this poem dedicated to the hopeful unmasking of an uncertain heart.
Peering in to prudent eyes reflecting morosely in the mirror, her face slid forward, fixed gaze locked, drawing ever nearer.
With curiosity, inquiringly cognizant of the face which echoed back, regarding with such intensity, one thought the mirror might crack.
Contemplating the visage of a woman she barely knew, wondering whether her view was deception, or properly true.
Days and months passed, years came and went.
Each mask she had donned now looked terribly bent.
It had been many a time that this face she’d replaced.
Gloomily gawking at the likeness before her, disgraced.
Pooling in her eyes was a fountain of tears as she confessed all her deepest, darkest black fears.
The masks which had carefully been made had suddenly become sadly decayed.
Off the masks came, layer by layer, amidst the breathless whisper of a promiseful prayer.
Beneath the thickness of lies and deceptions, she no longer perceived her prideful misconceptions.
Ogling objectively at this fresh face she saw, to much her surprise, it was found with no flaw.
Observing her newfound confident smile made her the happiest she’d felt in a very long while.
Renewed with excitement, having been undisguised, she was finally freed from the past she despised.
She touched each cheek with a gentle caress then quickly slipped into her prettiest dress.
It had been so long since she felt this way.
She was urged to step out in the light of the day.
And felt the warm sun rays kissing her skin as she walked through the world with her satisfied grin.