Infertility Support – You Are Not Toxic
A new pet peeve about how we talk about ourselves.
I spend most of my life acknowledging that I’m not broken, that I’m a human being who makes great decisions and sometimes lousy ones. I’m not broken and neither of you. How many times have I said that here on this blog?
You are not infertile. You are a person.
You Are Not Infertility
We talk about not being our disease, whatever it might be. Could be infertility. Could be cancer. Could be arthritis. We are not our diseases. We are people who live in fallible, lovely bodies. Not perfect bodies. Not perfect minds, for that matter either. Nor even perfect hearts.
I eat a lot of the right things. I eat some things that are considered “wrong”. Although, please, read enough and you will find studies and statistics that support almost all of the “wrong” foods. Like coffee, alcohol, sugar, etc. I’m not perfect. I make the best decisions that I can in any given moment. Like most of us do.
So how did I all of a sudden become toxic? It stands to reason that if I am “detoxing”, I am toxic.
Stupid language. More than that, stupid concept. Yes, I said STUPID.
Cleanse is mildly better, I suppose. It implies dirty but I’m fond of dirt so I’m ok with that.
Definition, or rather, synonyms of toxic- poisonous, virulent, noxious, deadly.
That’s what I’m supposed to think about myself? I have to remember that I am not my disease but I’m instead supposed to believe that I’m deadly? Or noxious?
I may be a lot of things that I don’t love and that other’s don’t appreciate. I can be sarcastic. I can be mean-spirited. I can be unkind, especially when I am tired.
But I am not those things. I can act those ways, but they are not me.
Neither am I ugly because certain styles don’t look well on me. Or fat because I’m not a perfect size 2. I am not stupid. I am not a moron, even when I leave my keys in the car 3 times in one week and then lock the car. I am not incompetent because I don’t know where the post office is and I have lived in the same town for over twenty years.
You Are a Human Being – Not a Failure
I am a human being with talents and failings. My body may be terrific at metabolism or healthy skin or teeth and less good at making babies. My kidneys do their job superbly but my ovaries, not so much.
I am a human being. Not a failure.
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