I was a cutter.
Twenty years ago, I thought I was the only one in the world. I was certainly the only one at my high school walking around with arms slashed to ribbons.
As an adult, I’ve learned that it’s a classic sign of an adolescent working her way through sexual trauma, and I’ve learned to control the behavior. What I’ve never learned, though, is how to control the feelings of disgust with myself that sometimes swallow me from the inside out.
One of my ugliest character flaws is my inability to let criticism roll off my back. I internalize it and let it rot inside of me like cancer.
Of the thousands of comments people have left on my blog, less than a dozen were vicious, but guess which ones I remember?
A cruel word from a loved one stings for ages.
If a boss questions my ability, I fall to pieces.
How does one develop thicker skin? I’m not a fool; I realize that insecurity is a terribly unattractive quality. Nobody wants to spend their time coddling someone and trying to convince them of their worth.
So I'm asking you all for advice.
How do you keep hurt feelings from eating you alive? What gives you inner strength? How do you maintain belief in your worth when you come up against people or situations that tear it down?
I'm curious to hear what you have to say.