I struggled to love my body growing up. I was bullied at school. I was bullied in the workplace. I didn’t really have much confidence. I heavily believed that something was wrong with me. There must be if I’m being picked on, right?
I had imperfections. Physical imperfections. Well, I thought I did.
Over the years, I realised that one opinion matters… mine. My opinion only matters.
I have gaps in my teeth. My front teeth stick out. I was told by Dentists that it’s down to the shape of my face. Other Dentists’ believed I needed braces as a child.
Nothing happened. It hit me hard. I had to learn to love things that brought misery to my life. I remember being called Bugs Bunny. Bucktooth. It hurt. I cried. I wouldn’t say nothing. I thought it was better to keep it that way.
Thing is, my smile is now one of my favourite features. Yeah, they’re not straight, but my smile is beautiful! I have a stunning smile. I think so. I love it. I smile a lot. Many people see it.
I’m just me. My teeth/smile is just part of me. My smile lets my personality shine. I joke. I laugh.
Even when it comes to my build. I was underweight. I was called Peter Crouch. I was referred to as “lanky”. I’ve never liked the reference. Why talk about body shape as a stereotype? Why not talk about body shape as a sign of individuality?
Everyone is beautiful in there own way. We shouldn’t’ make people feel bad for the way they look. Plus Size, Thin, White, Black, people are people. Individuals are individuals. Our bodies are our bodies.
The bullies that got to me. The people that’d look at me different in the street….
I LOVE THE WAY I LOOK!!! I don’t have a six pack. I don’t have huge muscles. I have a slim frame. I LOVE IT! I LOVE THE WAY I LOOK!! My body is my body. I embrace it.
Freedom to love who I am and the way I look has taken me years. There’s been moments I’d love myself and then I’d suddenly hate the way I look.
The bald look
The one I love the most. My parents may have asked questions about shaving my head in the first instance, but I embrace the look. The beard, the bald head, I feel like me. I am me.
I joke about looking like Phil Mitchell, but that’s just a mechanism to get people to embrace me too.
So many men worry about losing their hair, and I was one of them. I was 18 and a receeding hairline was quite noticeable. I kept having it cut short (grade 3), if I can remember correctly, but that was just me hiding it.
Why hide it? If you’re losing your hair, you’re losing it. It doesn’t change who you are as a person! I’m still John Sennett! You’re still who you are!
There’s 3 “physical imperfections” I love. What physical imperfections do you love about yourself?