I have always prided myself on my honesty. It was a quality that was held in high regard by my parents. I remember stealing a pencil in kindergarten. Well, I don't actually remember stealing it... But I remember my mom marching me back up to school. I had to appologize to my teacher. I cried with shame as I handed her the large, burgundy tooth-gnawed pencil... I have been honest in the years to follow, really to the point of ratting myself out! LOL! And yet, when I read over the "laundry list" of problems published by ACA, I see that many of us "lie when it would be easier to tell the truth". And I wonder...
When I look back at myself honestly... I know that I HAVE lied. And not just the little white, 'I love that new blouse!' kind of lie... Not even the self-preserving, "I respect you!" kind of lie. The worst lies have been those I've told to myself.
Self-deception may seem less serious in some ways... Afterall, if I convince myself of something, I can't REALLY be guilty of LYING, can I? But I fear that those are in fact the most dangerous, damaging kinds of fibs. The deep, confusing, confounding kind. The kind that prevents self-knowledge. Blocks growth. And seriously impedes self-actualization.
My most often told lie seems inoccuous. "I'm fine." But I told it to everyone, and still do. The words slipping easily from my lips, almost without conscious thought. And I have often repeated the words to myself. "I'm thin. But I'm not TOO thin. I'm dizzy and cold and it hurts to sit on the floor. But I'm FINE! See? I just ate that sandwich. See? I smiled! I'm okay... I don't have an eating disorder. I'm not depressed. There's nothing wrong with me! My BMI isn't too low. Yet." These lies slip in quietly. They steal away truth. And the ability to ask for help.
Other lies are less immediately destructive, but equally damning. They slip in silently and are often PRAISED! These are the people-pleasing, meet-their-expectations lies. The result of which is a discombobulating mix of self-deception and low self-worth. Pushing myself to BE someone different. Someone that THEY would admire. Respect. Praise. A teacher... A person that laughs and smiles and never NEEDS anyone... Intelligent... Hard working... Perfect... Trying to be all things to all people. Please them ALL! Make everyone like me! But in doing so... I failed. I failed by setting my expectations too high; no one can please everyone. I failed by setting my expectations too LOW; be THIS, do THIS, say it THIS way... At the very great expense of knowing myself. Who would I be if I was free from expectations? Well... I'd be me. But who is that??
Honesty... We talk about it so often... Our society holds it in high regard. But we can't truly call ourselves HONEST until we can stop trying to be perfect. Until we stop living solely for others. Until we stop lying to ourselves.
The truth: I am a girl. I lack self-confidence. I love being creative. I try to be honest. :) I adore animals. I would rather spend a day with a book than an evening at a club. I have an eating disorder. And depression. And I need people. I want love in my life. I am afraid of most everything. I'm afraid of letting others in. Of allowing them to get to know me. Of rejecting me. Hurting me. I also desperately want to be able to trust people. I want to believe that the world is generally a GOOD place. I want to feel safe. Loved. Cared for. My lies were necessary as a child, when all my life was wrapped up in one need: survival! But now I'm FREE! I'm an adult. I'm responsible for and TO myself. And lying to myself only serves to take me further from being able to live my best life. Honestly. :)
Much love to you! I'd love to hear your thoughts on the subject. ♥
Jen