self-hate

After years of programming trained me to hate my skin, reversing my thinking has been a struggle.
The deep brown shade that glazed the wood was almost heavier than the door. It melted the light that snuck in via the stained glass of glittering gold and grassy green into hues and shadows that crashed by the waves of my shivering feet.
My femininity is filthy, and I hate it. I hate my femininity. I hate my filth. But my femininity- that is me. I hate me. I hate my filth. I am the filth I hate.
The last thing Obama's final roasting didn't need to end on is associating him with the n-word - even as an act of thanks and brotherly love.
Fear deserves as many distinct concepts and words as the Greeks have for love. Your friend says, "I love you" for the first time, and you might have to take a peek at his face to see what he really means.
As whiteness increases, the externally-imposed restrictions on one's identity decreases. It is this ability to be seen for one's identity as opposed to their race that minorities seek to attain when they engage in skin whitening.
In truth, we don't need studies to tell us that a self-esteem deficit clearly exists in our society. Just talk to any teenager, or small child for that matter, and ask them if there is something that they feel critical of in themselves. The answers are sure to shock you.
Life is too precious to waste it lost in our heads, evaluating ourselves, one step removed from our own experience. We can more fully live our life by paying attention to our senses and being willing to feel what we are actually experiencing at any given moment in time.
Once I understood the alien point of view toward myself, I had to expel it! It has been extremely helpful to make the voice conscious.
When we fail to identify and separate from this inner critic, we allow it to impact our behavior and shape the direction of our lives. So how can we challenge this inner voice?
There's a part of me that's always been envious of Jamie Clayton. You see, Jamie is one of those trans women who has never had trouble passing as a nontrans woman. This has never been the case for me.
The details may change, but every Latino shares a version of the same story: that moment when another Latino attacked her . . . for not being Latino enough.
I used to think that my remarkable ability to add and drop pounds at will was a function of my relationship with food. So I was as surprised as anyone to discover that it actually reflected my relationship with myself.