Once upon a time, someone I trusted and loved deeply described me as “one huge character flaw.” For awhile, that broke me, because I believed him. I internalized that hatred, and used it to continually flog myself. For a long time, I would hear that refrain in my head whenever I had a bad day, or week, or month. I hated myself, because every screw-up was just proof that he’d been right. Only now, with the benefit of a little distance and LOTS of time, do I feel more like this:
Yep. I’m flawed– maybe my flawed parts even outnumber my perfect parts. But I mean well, and maybe, just maybe, I’m okay the way I am.
- What’s a flaw? (lubowitz.wordpress.com)
- vulnerability is not a character flaw (viewsfromtheredbrickroad.wordpress.com)