Chasing Freedom

Why Women Find it Hard to Love Themselves

By March 6, 2012December 6th, 20144 Comments


She has brain cancer, my mum. She once changed behind a closet door when Dad was in the room, and she now needed Dad to dress her. She sang off-key while he tenderly clothed her, and this daughter who used to peek through the crack and cry over the way Mum hid, this daughter now pulled up Mum’s Depend’s and brushed her hair as Mum told her over and over how beautiful she was.

Mum hung up a plaque in her kitchen that said, Life’s short, eat dessert first, this woman who’d earned a degree in nutrition, this woman who’d never let us drink more than half a glass of orange juice for the extravagance.

And now, she sang and ate dessert first because she finally loved herself. She’d seen it all so clearly: she’d seen everything she had to lose, and when life becomes sacred, the reflection in one’s mirror does, too.

For years I squinted at my reflection trying to believe I was beautifully and wonderfully made for the Bible tells me so, and then one day my mother got cancer and I suddenly believed, for she taught me, it’s not how you see yourself. It’s how you see life.

In the garden, the one where God pulled woman from man, the one where Maker and Made walked hand in hand, the one where flowers never lost their petals and the fruit hung lush and we knew no shame, in that garden, life was pure gift.

But we needed more. We stopped seeing the gift and started seeing what wasn’t ours to have, and so gave up everything for that one thing, and now, every day, we wake up fighting the lie we bit into: the lie that says God doesn’t love me.

And this is why women find it hard to love themselves.

But that’s not the end of the story, and sometimes it takes brain cancer to learn what is. That we can take back what we had in the garden. That we don’t need to hide in shame. That we can once again walk hand in hand with the Maker of the universe and discover that everything around us is, as Ann Voskamp says in One Thousand Gifts, grace. A hand-wrapped present from the Father of the heavens, and once we start believing this, then, and only then, can we look in the mirror and see someone who deserves that gift. Someone who is special, not just because her daily seeing tells her so.

“Pay attention to the present moment,” Kathleen Dean Moore writes in Wild Comfort. “Every moment we are glad for the twilight of morning, we are not vexed. It is impossible to be at the same time grateful and spiteful. Breathe: sea-wind, kelp-brine, cold. Notice: fireweed, otter track, foxglove, fog, a face flickering in the fire.”se the Bible tells her so, but because her daily seeing tells her so.

And so we beg, dear Lord, help us to see the gift that is life. Make our seeing one long prayer… make everything we do, everything we think, everything we hope for, be an extension of You. For I know that when it becomes this, as it did my Mum who, on days when she couldn’t walk for the cancer, would dance, then we will begin to reclaim our womanhood. Then we will begin to walk in the garden unashamed. Then we will start to love ourselves fully.

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  • Eugene Hung says:

    Hi Emily,

    Thank you for not only sharing the life lesson, but also for the lovely prose. I especially am moved by the paragraph that starts “In the garden …” and by the phrase, “the lie we bit into.” Evocative, poetic, lyrical!

  • Mallory says:

    Wow, your post almost made me tear up. It’s unfortunate that sometimes it takes painful situations for us to appreciate the simple beauty of life…the way God intends it to be. Thanks again for the lovely post.

  • Amy Schaller says:

    WOW! I got goosebumps reading this post, Emily! I am about to leave to see my client, Karen, who, 35 years ago, was given 6 months to live after being diagnosed with a brain tumor. Her mind now is seeing the effects of radiation; she has slowed, and her walk is a very uneasy, slow, and painstaking shuffle. Her 81-year-old husband is her primary caregiver. The other day as she struggled to stand and then smiled at me, I realized my days with her are numbered and I chose to stay and sit with her to play dominoes, have a cup of tea. Cherishing those precious life-moments that may not come again. I love what you have to say about grace and this gift called Life. I see it in my special-needs clients who remind me that I am special, that they are special, and that life is short, so take time to smell the flowers along God’s Life Path. And sometimes I eat dessert before the main course too. You are so special to share these beautiful thoughts with us! Thank you! Eucharisteo, sister!

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