I’ll start off by saying I love Pace and Kyeli. They offer pragmatic advice on writing and life, sprinkled with real-life examples and heartfelt lessons learned – and learning. A question from one of their recent newsletters took on the idea of shame and it knocked me back a little:
Take a moment to connect with yourself, Patti. What are you ashamed of – and how is it hurting you?
Shame is a powerful word. Over the years, I’ve become an expert in self-flagellation and have a fairly poor self image to show for it. Why would I drag myself out in the open yet again so I could castigate myself in public?
The answer is I wouldn’t. And I won’t.
Shame is a Judgment
Do I regret things I’ve done or said? Sure, who doesn’t, but regret is a disparate concept. If I were to tell you I was ashamed of something, for me that is like pouring gasoline on an emotional fire, reinforcing a poor self image. It’s telling both my internal and external critics, “Yes, I agree with you – I am a atrocious person. Shame on me!” There is judgment in that statement, just as there is in anything I say I’m ashamed of doing or saying. I survived an abusive relationship from a long time ago. A poor self image was the name of the game then. Judging myself is just echoing that other voice I could never silence. It’s just like ”shoulding” on myself. I’d be comparing myself unfavorably to the ubiquitous “them.” To me, that’s pointless and doesn’t do me any good.
Shame Tears Me Down
There are things I’m terrified to admit, but just because I don’t go around broadcasting them doesn’t mean there is shame there. Embarrassment perhaps but not shame. For me, the real challenge is to go from embarrassment to acceptance. That is part of self-improvement in my opinion and one of the key steps in transforming a poor self image into a positive self image. Judging myself is not part of the equation – at all. It can’t be. The words I use when I talk to myself are important. Why would I waste my thoughts on ones that tear me down unnecessarily?
Make no mistake – I’m not perfect at this. My struggles are as challenging for me as yours are for you. In this, there is no shame. A poor self image is tough to shake for many of us. I don’t claim to more proficient at it than anyone else.
So, what am I ashamed of? I can’t think of anything. And that’s okay.
What about you? Does shame have a place in your life?