And let me tell you, it is tough. It is a life-long process.
Let’s start with one example of how I shed the skin of a societal construct. It might seem like a minor example, but it had a major effect on taking decisions (worded this way by the French instead of “making decisions”) for my life. After reading up on the chemicals used to create make-up products, I decided that I was going to stop wearing eyeliner and eye shadow on a daily basis. I bought mascara without the toxic chemicals, and still apply that sometimes, but basically decided to be make-up free. Here is what I learned. Society had changed my own mental image of my beauty. For the first month without makeup, I felt like I was “ugly,” “plain.” I dreaded how my middle-school students were going to respond the first day I came to school without makeup. But, actually, very few of them commented, except to say, “there is something different about you today…”
After one month, makeup “free,” I suddenly looked in the mirror and felt like I saw ‘me’—and I was beautiful to myself! I remembered that beauty wasn’t so much about looks, but about the aura a person radiates and the kindness that person demonstrates, and I felt happier now that I no longer had to worry about whether or not my eye liner was running. I felt like I had cleared up space to focus on more important things, like my mental well-being.
With makeup:
Without makeup:
Now, after going several months without makeup, I allow myself the freedom to make choices about when to apply it (like when I perform on stage, for example), but my image of myself is no longer controlled by it. Success! This is just one example of how a societal expectation had permeated my mind without me even being aware of it, and how I decided to take control and free myself from the “beauty paradigm” that had started to define my self-image (and even, at times, my self-worth). So here I am, many months later, sitting in my living room, sipping tea, and reading a book called Bringing up Bebe. And low and behold, it also addresses the role social constructs play—in this case in raising children. In this book, the author describes the freedom she finds in being able to say, “C’est moi qui decide,” i.e. “it’s me who decides!”
I think this is quite appropriate given my current journey. I don’t want society to make my choices for me. I want to know what my options are and use my emotions and intellect to make the best, most informed choice. C’est moi qui decide! I might get it wrong sometimes, but as a teacher I am aware that mistakes can sometimes be the best opportunities.