#37 - You Don't Have To Go It Alone  

Posted by Tami Hagglund in ,

This has been a tough week.

Work has been incredibly busy, we've been going through painful life decisions, and I've been staring down past demons and acknowledging that the time is quickly approaching in which I must crash into them head on, allow the brokenness to shatter my soul, and then to allow Christ to put the pieces back together. That's the missing element in many of my issues- I think I've allowed Jesus to reign, but in fact I have just acknowledged their presence, felt nothing, and moved on. I can't honestly say I haven't dealt with them because I have tried to deal with them, and in so I have done a lot of handling with my past. But never have I actually felt something.

It's the strangest thing- if someone else shares their past, even mentions hurts, I will almost immediately begin to tear up. I cry at commercials. I cry when people I don't even like get kicked off of reality shows I don't even care about. Yet when revealing the sordid details of my horrific childhood, it's like reading off the ingredients in a cookie recipe- the chocolate chips are more enticing than the baking soda, but neither actually elicits a deep connectedness from the depths of my soul. What's sad is that, obviously, random ingredients really shouldn't. But relating to the tragedies of my childhood really, really should. Never have I cried for myself. Never have I hurt for what that young girl had to go through, and all she has endured. I don't want to live a life of pity; that's not the point. But what is the point is that I have never felt anything, and I am growing more and more certain that this simply isn't right. To slap on a happy face because there's utter emptiness is not true redemption.

A study that we're going through with our community group, How People Change, has been incredibly enlightening. Christians who love Jesus buy into the lie that they have to put on their happy face all of the time, because if we're not filled with joy and praising Jesus constantly then the world won't know He's real. I think this is a travesty. Psalm 88 is filled with hurt, discontentment, and despair. The Sons of Korah are telling God that they are upset with Him and that He's made them quite miserable. Unlike some of David's darkest Psalms, this one doesn't end on a high note of praise to God. Rather, it ends with a testimony of being utterly alone, shunned and closed in by darkness. It's the song the Sons of Korah would sing on their way to be atoned, and they were shrouded by the past of their ancestor's rebellion against Moses. Korah died, but his sons were allowed to survive and carried the shame of this failed coup against Moses, Aaron, and God Himself. Kind of a big deal to Jews. Thus, the Sons of Korah had to reconcile their redemption found in God with the marked judgment leveraged against them based on their past (be it of their own doing or no, Korah's wrongdoing became theirs by association).

I can relate to this. Due to foolish decisions (ie a fake bomb and the summoning of the bomb squad, SWAT team, and every news team in Washington state) made by my biological father, the entire town where I grew up was aware of the abuse against me. One look at our appearance revealed the poverty I lived in, and my entire extended family openly pitied me and criticized my mother for her parenting skills (and still do to this day, though often in more subtle and covert ways). My desperation for love scared away every close friend and made me incredibly vulnerable to the torture leveled by every child who perceived themselves to be higher on the social ladder, which was just about everyone. I overachieved academically because it was the one area where I could feel at all superior to anyone, which I thought would garner people's affection. Instead it just made them feel intimidated and disgusted that I was so prideful.

And then there was the food... oh, the food. Whether it was government issued mystery meat from a can or the rare occasion of the purchase of pizza, food made me feel better. I cannot express in words the way food was the sole thing that didn't reject me, didn't love me conditionally, didn't require that I alter myself to meet certain standards, didn't abuse me emotionally (at least, not that I could see), and didn't tell me I wasn't good enough. I never felt the need to deserve food. Plus, when I'm being quite honest, food never allowed me to be thin, which I really didn't want. I was desperate to be loved for anything but physical beauty. As I grew older, I wanted to be thought beautiful yet I was scared to death of actually being found desirable physically by any man.

I am dealing now with the fact that I am self-destructive with food because I fear being physically attractive. I'm not afraid of being raped, per se, but there is a comfort in believing that no one would ever want me. I'm scared of who I could become if I were beautiful. I don't know how I would handle looking in the mirror and realizing that the woman looking back at me is beautiful. I am not certain that I could handle this, and if I found that I could, how would I go about that? I am honestly just unsure about it all. It's a lot to deal with. But I am, slowly. I am taking these issues as they come and figuring out what to do with them. For example, I am recognizing why I get so destructive, and why I struggle at times to take better care of myself. The fact is, everyone eats a cookie now and then when they know they really shouldn't. But not everyone eats half a bag of cookies because they are punishing themselves and simultaneously protecting themselves from the scary unknown that is realizing their own physical attractiveness.

So, these are my issues. I'm working out what it looks like to be real about these things, to dig through to the place where I can finally allow myself to feel for the child who was victimized, the teen and young woman who filled her empty heart with tasty morsels that never quite satisfied, and ultimately the woman now who just doesn't know how to even begin to approach it all. Most importantly, I am realizing that it's ok for all of this to cause pain- real pain that could never be healed by a "Jesus loves me" T-shirt. Rather, being real, raw, and open with Christ in the process, and allowing others to see that Christianity is about praising God, yes, but that He is glorified by more than perfect, happy families with plastered on smiles. Life is messy, it's not always happy-happy-joy-joy, it's full of heartache and sin, and redemption means nothing if that which needed redeeming was never marked by authenticity.

In the (much beloved by me) U2 song Sometimes You Can't Make It On Your Own, the lyrics state at one point:

... the best you can do is to fake it...
To this I say let's stop faking it. I want to admit it when I'm hurting. I want to be raw about struggling with discontentment with God because I can't undo years of a sinful relationship with
food by a couple of months of working out. I am frustrated with the Lord that I am not losing more weight. I think He needs to bless my attempts with miraculous amounts of weight loss, to supernaturally speed up my metabolism. He seems to think that wouldn't be the best for me, and there are weak moments where I almost resent Him for that. But the fact is, He is God. He doesn't need to bow down to my will, but He will pursue me until I surrender to His. I don't have to pretend that it's all fun and joy in the meantime. In reality, that's not a God I would want to worship, One who requires absence of genuine emotions and mindless prancing around proclaiming His glory in such a way that the rest of the world finds Him utterly incapable of relating to and useless.

I do choose to praise Christ, but in such a way that I am honest about the struggles and real about His redemption. It's a long journey, but I am grateful that the grace of God has been shone into my heart and I am beginning to allow Him to dig in and transform me from a girl who lived by rules and regulations into a woman truly after His own heart. She's forming slowly, but that woman is growing in me and I long to meet her when she stands up on her own two feet.

That said, when she does, I'll be her and I won't be sad that who I am today has morphed into her.

No fit tips today. But... at the risk of sounding needy, I really love every word you all write. I know I have random readers around the country, even world, some of whom I likely don't even know, but I welcome comments, questions, criticisms, etc. I always have a little soul-cartwheel when I check and have a new comment to moderate, and I always feel a little sad when I post and check the next day and there's nothing new. This isn't a guilt trip, just an encourager... if you ever want to comment but think I'd rather you didn't, it's the opposite of the truth!

Ok, enough. I need to get back to work :)

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What a wonderfully written and cathartic post.

April 4, 2008 at 12:05 PM

I am overwhelmed by all of the things I'd like to say to you and the emotions your post is eliciting in me....

One thing I can verbalize is a similar fear of being beautiful. It scares the crap out of me. I'm not that comfortable being recognized for my brains either, but it's much easier to accept and believe that someone might think I'm smart. Beautiful, however.... I don't even really believe it when my mom says it. And trying to imagine what it would be like to look in the mirror and see a beautiful woman is difficult. I wish I had some encouraging words here... I'll let you know if I make any headway personally.

April 4, 2008 at 12:55 PM

I think you're on the right track-- you do need to mourn the pain that you had to go through as a girl and I think the food and the absence of emotion are just a couple of ways you protect yourself from that raw emotion. I really would encourage you to talk to a professional.

I used to be scared to be beautiful too-- from 11th grade through freshman year of college. A lot of my reasoning was I didn't want to encourage men to sin. I don't know if you will agree with my line of thought or not, but I finally realized that that is their own damn problem and I'm not going to let men determine who I am, how I present myself, etc. I dress the way I dress because I love the fashion. I don't dress like a slut because I respect myself. I wear low cut shirts on occasion because they're cute and I'm comfortable with my body. My beauty is me but I am so much more than my beauty. I'm not going to hide my beauty to make someone else's life easier. In fact I get told that I've brightened someone's day more often because of how I look, than I get creepy perverted offers . . .

anyway-- those are some of my thoughts on being afraid to be beautiful, but I know you're reasons are much deeper.

I love you. You are beautiful. Yes, your beauty may be amplified when you lose weight, but so will your freedom (from addiction), your physical joys in this life (hiking, running . .. sex!), and all of this means an even more cheerful, happy, loving Tami to gift the world.

(now my comment moderation is: jexbh, which makes me think of Jezebel)

April 4, 2008 at 3:22 PM

Oh my goodness. Did you just crawl inside my brain and figure out the things I am trying to say but just can't? I felt like at least 75% of that was my own heart's cry, Tami! Thank you SO much for writing it. I am blessed by how much the Lord desires to use the pain and struggles of one daughter to enlighten those of another! Thank you for being willing to go through and grapple with the trial; you are not the only one who will be changed because of it. It's funny, I think I started reading your blog because I wanted to encourage you, but really I am reading it now because you encourage me so much in my daily struggle. I am stuck right now, can't seem to lose an ounce, and I just went through some old journals and found myself dealing with this same old weight/sin/etc issue in all the years past. I hate it! I want it to be DONE, I want it to be OVER, but maybe it never will be, and maybe this is the thing which God wants to use right now to draw me close to Him and show me how to rely on Him more often even than I ingest food. Anyway I SO related with you today, especially in things like wanting to be beautiful and attractive, but at the same time not wanting to. I want to be loved for who I am, not for how attractive I am, but at the same time I want to be attractive! And for clarification, it's not Keith's attitude changes (his love for me is constant!), but that of some friends and associates... there are those who definitely respect me more when I am in my thinner stages. WHY? It's so strange, and yet it's definitely true. Anyway, thanks for sharing.

Jamie

April 4, 2008 at 3:47 PM

Thank you for sharing, Tam. Your posts are a continual reminder to me of what I need to work on, yet an still avoiding in my own food issues. I am hoping that I can be brave enough (humble, broken?) to work through some of this somehow soon...I think I need to start sharing somehow on my blog, but don't really know how. Love!!

April 4, 2008 at 8:56 PM

I wish I could say with so many of your other friends that I understand what you're going through, but I really can't. The beauty is that even though I can't share that pain with you in me, I can be honored with your humility to be so vulnerable about where you are and I can be thoroughly blessed by your example to (excuse my language) cut through the crap to get to the real heart of what you're dealing with. That is something that I certainly can relate to and hope I can learn from. Thank you for sharing, friend!

April 5, 2008 at 11:21 AM

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