The Inner Critic

The Inner Critic

I was standing in a changing room the other day, struggling to get into a dress. It was one of those changing rooms in which high street stores seems to delight – the fat mirror imported from the funfair; the harsh, overhead light that picks out every lump and bump and dimple of cellulite. You know the ones? I guess every woman does.

So I’m looking at myself and saying, “You’re so fat. Your arms are disgusting and that jelly roll around your middle is revolting.” Now, if somebody had walked into that changing room and said those words to me, I would have probably decked them with a swift right hook. But me saying it to me? I averted my eyes and said humbly, “Yes, you’re right.”

I can turn into a bully at the blink of an eye; one glance in a shop window and that mocking inner critic kicks into action, sneering at me like a kid in a playground. Some days she simmers down a bit and I can look in the mirror and think, “huh, not bad,” but it doesn’t take much to upset her and she’s off again.

Some people call this kind of behaviour low self-esteem. I call it normal in as much as I don’t know a single woman who doesn’t possess it. Or man, for that matter although it tends not to be high street changing rooms that set them off.

I wouldn’t dream of saying to my friends what I say to myself. I love my friends. I love their frailties and vulnerabilities, their lumps and bumps, the bits they hate about themselves. I love all the things that make them who they are. I am kind to them and they are kind to me in a way that we are all too rarely kind to ourselves.

I was once sitting in a group therapy session and a woman was berating herself for crying. “Shut up,” she said, “you’re pathetic.” The therapist asked if any of us had anything to say. I said to the woman, “If I was crying would you tell me to shut up because I was being pathetic?” She lifted her tear stained face from her hands and looked at me in astonishment; “Of course not.”

I try to remember that woman every time my inner critic jabs a bony finger in my ear. She is not easily silenced but she is quieter if I make a conscious decision to ignore her. She is quieter still if I can get out of my own head enough to look at the people around me and remember that we are all human, all fragile and all vulnerable to doubt and fear. The woman who looks as if confidence bounces off her like light off a laser, can all too easily crumple into a sodden mess in the small, lonely hours of the morning. The man, bragging and shouting down the street, powered by testosterone, might be trying to silence the small, pimply boy cowering in the corner of his mind.

It is a game I sometimes play if I feel anxious or lonely or scared or, indeed, so fat that I have run from a changing room in tears. I walk down the street and look at the faces of the people passing by and wonder what’s going on inside their heads. What inner critic is knocking at their door? What doubt or fear are they struggling with? It is only then I remember to remember. I am not alone. We are all imperfect. And that’s okay. We are all perfectly imperfect in our own way.

 

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