Day 4 in my #100dayproject, illustrating the work of Brene Brown.
Today's little thought is about our sense of belonging. 'Our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self accepting.' Brene Brown
As a child, I was nearly swallowed by insecurities. It was an ever present boa constrictor that shadowed me. Born with some bone abnormalities which lead to the amputation of my right thumb at age 5 distorted my fledgling sense of self. The timing of the amputation, a month before starting kindergarten, was unfortunate, for it set the stage of my school experience with awkwardness, embarrassment and shame. I always wanted to belong. I wanted to be ‘normal.’ The belly of my soul rumbled with hunger and longing.
That thirst for acceptance kept me parched internally for years. There were pockets of people scattered through high school and collage that I’d try to crawl into only to notice our contours didn’t fit. It was only after realizing the gaps I felt were reflections of my own distorted view of myself. As I began to push and bend those
interior images, and see past the perceptions of lack, I began to taste peace. Brene Through the corridor of my experience, Brene Brown’s words ring so very true to me
'Our sense of belonging can never be greater than our level of self accepting.'
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