How I Made Peace With My So-Called Body Flaws

Has anyone else over cried over a flaw, only to learn to love it later?
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Has anyone else over cried over a flaw, only to learn to love it later?

We all have our flaws, if you even want to call them that. I've got my fair share, and I certainly have some that I haven't reconciled in my brain. Over the years, though, I've learned to accept--even embrace--many of the imperfections about myself. Here's a list of five of them, and I invite you to share your own in the comments below.

My Longer Second Toe

Once a source of tears, now I hardly notice it.

Once a source of tears, now I hardly notice it.

I was in elementary school when I first discovered that my second toe was longer than my big toe. Well, I always knew it was longer, but that was the first time I actually realized it made me different. I burst into tears on the spot and, when my grandmother asked me what was wrong, I bawled about the unfortunate situation that was, to me, Quasimodo-esque. 

She brought me up to her bedroom, where my grandfather was reading a book, and showed me that my grandpa's feet were the same as mine. We laughed about it and talked about other kinds of little flaws people have that make them interesting. And you know what? I never cared about my long toe another day after that.

My Appendix Scar

Getting my appendix out sucked for many reasons. First, I've never been more sick in my life. Second, I was in the hospital for both my birthday and Christmas. Third, my entire extended family, including siblings, went on a previously planned trip to Disney World without me while I barfed in a hospital room and drove the nurses crazy with my (eventually confiscated) call button.

What also sucked was the scar it left on my stomach. It's not the worst scar anyone's ever seen, but it's there. These days I don't think about it too much. I'm just glad that my family re-planned that trip to Disney World. 

My Slightly Crooked Teeth

Nobody's perfect! 

Nobody's perfect! 

I probably should have had braces when I was younger, but I never did. And now I just don't care. To be honest, I've never had a problem with my bottom row of slightly crooked, crowded teeth, but when I was in high school I absolutely hated the little tooth that stuck out on one side. Today? I'm over it. I've since endearingly taken to calling it my "haggle tooth," as I like to negotiate a mean bargain.

My Perpetually Dry Cuticles

Sue me.

Sue me.

I used to do a lot of nail blogging, and the number one criticism I always received was about my dry cuticles. This caused me to be paranoid about them, and I would obsessively apply cuticle oil no matter where I was. Skip even a day of moisturizing the perimeter of my nail bed, though, and it was as if I neglected them for weeks. 

It's worse in drier climates (and I do live in the desert), naturally, and isn't terrible if I moisturize somewhat regularly. But I've just stopped obsessing about this and learned to get over it. If anyone cares that much, I apologize in advance for offending you. :p

My "Large" Nose

It's not the daintiest thing.

It's not the daintiest thing.

A couple weeks ago, my sister and I got into a discussion about our respective noses. After sharing an old photo of us together, she mentioned something about her "large" nose and I was taken aback. "Your large nose?" I said. "I've always thought your nose was so tiny! I was so jealous of it growing up!" And she replied, "Are you serious? My nose is not small. My schnoz is much bigger. And yours isn't big." 

I contend her nose is small, and I contend my nose is big. Whatever anyone thinks, though, I'm OK with the thing that's attached to my face. Strong features, kids, strong features.

  • Do you have any "flaws" you've learned to embrace?
  • Are there any that you're still learning to love?