Sometime in the 1980’s or early 1990’s I decided to stop wearing jeans because I looked horrible in them. I held my thighs responsible for what I saw in the mirror. Many years later, I rediscovered jeans and now wear them all the time. What changed? (Hint: There is no way I actually got thinner over the decades.)
What completely escaped me all those decades ago was that fashion itself doomed me to failure. The jean style back then was high-waisted (well above the belly-button) with tapered legs. I put them on and instantly looked like a pear on stilts. What’s more, they flattened out my derriere, making it look wider than it actually was. Today that same jean style is affectionately known as the Mom Jean. If you are wearing them right now, I apologize if I offend, but believe me when I say that you can do so much better.
Is it any wonder I felt ugly when I wore those jeans? Of course not. What is a wonder is how easily I took the blame for what I saw in the mirror. Rather than recognize that the jean itself was wrong for my body, I labeled my body as wrong. What I saw in the mirror mirrored my self-confidence.
I completely believe that true beauty lies within. But, if we look in the mirror and see something horrifying, it’s hard to get past it sometimes. That’s why I had such a hard time with the scars from my mastectomy and reconstructive surgery that first summer. When I looked in the mirror, my body image and cancer collided and the butchery my body underwent to treat a disease became a part of my self image. Just like those jeans, the ugliness of my surgeries projected ugliness onto me.
As time went on, I realized I did not have to label myself as damaged and ugly. I participated in the American Cancer Society’s “Look Good…Feel Better” program and had a wonderful experience. I joined a rehabilitative exercise class, signed up at the local YMCA and began doing yoga. Taking back control over my body gave me self-confidence which exceeded the level I had pre-cancer.
Self-confidence has many sources, but I think one of the most important is the support we give ourselves. Most of us do feel better when we look good. Take a class, expand your horizons, make your nest comfortable and nurturing. When you give yourself the support you need to feel better, you give yourself the gift of self-confidence. From there, who knows what you can do to build a better world?
Did your level of self-confidence take a hit because of cancer? What are you doing to build it back up?
Survival > Existence,
Debbie
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Mom Jeans and Self-Confidence
Oh man, can I relate to this post. I also believe beauty lies within, but it’s impossible to ignore the “butchery,” as you put it, of surgical wounds. I still wish I felt better about my body.

When I was being wheeled out
When I was being wheeled out of the hospital after one of my visits with infections and 103 fevers, I was wearing a black turban and had no eyebrows and eyelasses and feeling very ugly and depressed. I was carrying a gorgeous bouquet of flowers, and a woman in he lobby came over and said to me, “Those are beautiful flowers . . .just like you.” My mood totally changed. Ever since, I have been making an effort to compliment people and perform loving acts of kindness. I am always rewarded by their responses which give me a feeling of self-confidence.

So relate!
Debbie, your posts are always so relatable. This is another one that resonates with me!
There is one line in your reply to Beth says it all: “Most of us go into this process with body image issues already.” No truer words were spoken! So it makes complete sense that scars and missing body parts are going to add up to a big pot of lowered self-esteem.
You closed out Beth’s reply with another golden nugget: “When you’re one with your body, it’s a lot harder to criticize it.” Ain’t it the truth. Here’s to more oneness for all!
xoxo
Renn

Sometimes you really are damaged..
I always knew I would never be a fashion model, but was always OK with that. I had red hair, freckles and glasses and was mercilessly teased about all of these. Yet I was secretly proud of my unique red hair, the freckles which my mom called angel kisses, and my glasses which helped me see and I thought added to my intelligence. I was awkward looking and perfectly OK with it.
When I had my double mastectomy, not only was I left with caves where my perfectly good (at least to me) breasts were, but the surgery left me with a damaged nerve that has me with a constant fire in my armpit. Clothing hurts.
I had a hard time with this constant pain and ended up in the psychiatrist’s office. He had the nerve to suggest I take yoga or tai-chi and said that if I was nice to my body it would be nice to me.
All the classes, yoga, PT, whatever will not fix the damage done in my surgery. Sometimes you’re just damaged.
Yes, I’d like my old body back, more than anything in the world. But, I have to learn to live with this one. Sometimes you get what you get. Cancer has changed everything for me. I don’t know if I’ll ever get back to where I was.
New normal?? No thanks…

Body Image
Just a little tidbit that I learned in an all day seminar given by a group of oncology docotrs, nurses, plastic surgeons and patients. The issue was being so concerned about the scars we were left with after surgery, for me it was the scar from the port, not even the scars form the mastectomy. Why, because the world could see that scar (or so I thought) and it made me self conscious and uncomfortable. I was damaged goods. A patient spoke about this topic. She said ” if you come home with a battle wound, it is a good thing, it means you survived the war. I will always remember that comment, and now when I am feeling down and self concious with that scar, I just try to remind myself that I survived the war and here is my proof!!!!
Good reading this postt
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