Trouble Believing I’m Beautiful After My Abuse

 

by Linda Pittman

People used to tell me I was pretty but I never believed it. I always felt like they had an ulterior motive. I thought they said those things so that they could use me or because they pitied me or were being kind. I was wary, suspicious, and distant.

I did not like to look at my body. I did not know how to pick clothes or hairstyles that would make me look good. No matter how I dressed or did my hair, it didn’t make much difference.

I was too skinny, too awkward, I did not measure up to the people I admired—the ones with self-confidence, the beautiful people, the ones who did not have a dirty, ugly secret like mine. I kept the real me hidden away from the world. If they knew the real me they would be so repulsed so I became a person I thought they wanted to see.

I realized a while back that my oldest daughter looks a lot like I did when I was younger. I put my daughter’s pictures and my pictures side-by-side to compare our looks at different ages. We almost look like twins. She is absolutely beautiful. Why is it that I can see her as beautiful, yet not see myself that way?

It is sad to realize that the way I pictured myself was so distorted by all the feelings of shame and self-loathing from childhood sexual abuse. I learned to sabotage myself just like the important people in my life had done to me. I believed I did not matter, that I was a placeholder in my family, the youngest child. The tagalong kid. The afterthought. The invisible one.

I built up my courage to explore other possibilities. I began to believe the messages of hope and acceptance that wiped away the shame and guilt. It wasn’t my fault; I am not dirty or shameful. I was a victim of horrible shameless people who never saw me. There were many people who manipulated and used me and fed me lies, for their own selfishness. I had accepted their view and I only saw what they saw in me. Even when I told my secret, people reacted with revulsion. I interpreted their revulsion, as I was repulsive.

But I was separate from what happened to me. The things they did to me were ugly and now I can see the ugliness came from them. I am a really beautiful person, inside and out. I am the beautiful person that my husband says I am and my children look up to and my friends cherish. I can look at me and know I am beautiful! Yippee!

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Having experienced healing from sexual, physical and verbal abuse, Linda Pittman has found joy in encouraging others in their healing journey and tells people that it’s never too late to start. She’s been married to her husband for twenty-one years and has four adult children.  

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17 thoughts on “Trouble Believing I’m Beautiful After My Abuse

  • September 1, 2011 at 7:23 am
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    Linda,
    I can really relate to the way you reacted to people telling you that you’re pretty. I either thought they were being nice out of pity, which just made me feel pathetic OR I felt threatened because they wanted something and I KNEW what that something was. Either way, I couldn’t receive what was mostly meant as a compliment. Thanks for sharing this with us!
    Hugs, Christina

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  • September 1, 2011 at 8:19 am
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    Christina,
    Learning to take a compliment has been a learning experience…learning to believe the words is wonderful. Even when people say some things that are no so nice…it does not bother me because it is what I feel about myself that is important. I have my “frumpy” days as anyone does… I usually I need a haircut and I go out and get one and do something to make me feel good. Thanks for your caring and support..you are beautiful inside and out.
    Hugs back at ya,
    Linda

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  • September 1, 2011 at 8:35 am
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    i ‘ve had always the same, I never felt worth to deserve on such kind words, I always thought they are not true, and those people arre fake just kind to me because od sth…I couldn’t even believe in my therapist, I ve never heard such kind words from any of my parents -the just abused me…:(:(

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  • September 1, 2011 at 8:57 am
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    Aneta, I hope someday you will begin to believe those words. I never got them from my parents either. As I got older I would look in the mirror and see the faces of those that hurt and betrayed me. I came to the realization that I am not like those people who did those awful things to me. I am loving, caring and beautiful inside and out. Honesty and truth have transformed my image. 🙂

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  • September 1, 2011 at 11:07 am
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    Linda,

    I can so relate. I look back on pictures of me when I felt obese and ugly and wondered why I felt like that. The men in my life never gave me compliments and I believed my own lies. So, when others would give me a compliment I never believed it.

    I’m learning, Im learning. Thanks for a great blog. Patty

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  • September 1, 2011 at 8:00 pm
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    Patty,
    I love you. You are the best! I usually got criticism and not compliments from significant others and as the years went on it was, ‘look what I’ve done for you” along with the criticism. We’ve come a long way.By the way, you are beautiful! ?

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  • September 5, 2011 at 12:06 pm
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    I had TONS of stuff around body image. I still have trouble with it now ~ I haven’t finished sorting out all the mixed messages and false beliefs around body stuff. I look at photos of me when I was younger and WOW I was so beautiful and my body was perfect and my identity was wrapped all around that. I had been abused too, but I believed my VALUE was in that perfect body anyway. I was taught that my sexuality was all that I had. Those were huge lies for me to overcome. I was afriad to gain weight, and afraid to be the right weight. This is a hgue huge topic! I love this post Linda!
    Hugs, Darlene

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  • September 5, 2011 at 12:23 pm
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    Linda,

    Thank-you for sharing on such an important topic.
    Years of insecurity and self-hatred often plague those who are survivors of sexual abuse. I suffered with this and still do to some degree. In the last five years I was given a most beautiful gift in a spiritual father who was my pastor at the last church I attended. I came to see myself as lovable and good because of who God created me to be. I have been determined for a long time to overcome in the last 30 years what 3 years of sexual abuse did to my heart and mind. I am on the winning end of this thing.
    I have found that my faith and hope in God is what makes me stronger and willing to continue to renew my mind. I am learning to see myself through God’s eyes and not my own or anyone else’s.
    It takes courage for us to survive and thrive. I love how even though years of problems the way we come to view ourselves can be reversed and undone by the mercy, grace and compassion that God shows His children. He loves so very much and desires to heal our broken hearts.
    -Liz

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  • September 5, 2011 at 12:54 pm
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    Darlene, I think that as I get older and finally have learned to accept that I was beautiful when i was younger, I am learning to accept the changes that aging brings too. It sure is a huge topic and one that is twisted around everything that we are. I see your beauty and I am glad I know you!!

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  • September 7, 2011 at 7:37 pm
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    I can’t thank you enough for sharing, & I can’t wait to be
    where you are in this journey. Just today I had to
    face the fact that my chronic pelvic pain (I’ve had for
    over 20 yrs) is real pain stemming from childhood sexual
    abuse. Intellectually I know I’m loved and worthy of love,
    but today I realized that I need to believe in my heart
    that I don’t deserve pain…I do indeed deserve love.
    I wasn’t able to even say that sentence out loud
    today. I’m never going to quit until I truly believe
    that. Thanks for giving me hope! Xox Rachel

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  • September 8, 2011 at 9:55 am
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    Rachel, i used to wake up in the middle of the night with pelvic pain. I talked to my dr about it and it was contraction of the pelvic floor muscles.No definitive cause seems to be present. Since I do not have all my memories, I am assuming that something happened to me when i was sleeping. I also sleep-walked when young. I have heard that our body stores the memories, also. I believe that is true but as i heal, its recurrence is less and less. Keep that hope alive, there is a wonderful life ahead, in spite of what has happend to us. HUG

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  • September 11, 2011 at 9:31 am
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    Linda, thank you so much for sharing your story. It’s like you wrote mine. To this day I find it hard to accept a compliment, though I don’t have a problem giving them. I believe everyone should be complimented daily, it’s good for the soul. This perpetration of MY soul seems to live on forever. Years of therapy, learning to believe that I am a beautiful, passionate woman with a good heart has been a never ending journey. Everytime I tell myself that I’ve dealt with it, something happens to trigger a memory, or a smell will hit me and take me back, and I feel so vulnerable again. I question why bad things happen to good people all the time. But I’m getting better at pulling myself out of the memory and back to reality, which is a 53yr old woman who has lived a life of abuse and survived. I am living alone for the first time in my life and actually enjoying it. Sure I isolate at times, but on the whole, I like who I am, have become, and continue to finally like me. Every survivor should hear your story, and all the stories of women like us. There’s a saying that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. I believe survivors are the strongest of all.

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  • September 11, 2011 at 7:25 pm
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    Brenda, we share a lot of things as survivors. That is a sad truth but also a hopeful truth because we learn that we are no longer alone. I know that it finally comes to you…. the messages of the therapists and support people do finally sink in. We dare to believe in our value and worth and in that tenative turning point, the discovery of us begins. It is a wonderful journey and much more rewarding that we ever imagined. It is never too late to discover you. Learning to care for and enjoy yourself is a peaceful and settled feeling. Taking the time you need for your healing is always valuable, keep on doing for you what makes you feel good inside. The rest of the world will benefit from your own healing because they will find out how beautiful you are inside and out. 🙂

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  • January 4, 2012 at 8:50 pm
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    When I was a child, because of my shame from being molested, I didn’t think I looked like a kid.
    I didn’t feel like a person, let alone a good-looking person, even when I was an adult. When I was pregnant, I couldn’t believe that I would give birth to anything as beautiful as a baby. My husband would ask, “what do you think it’s going to be- a chicken?”
    I related to Kafka’s Metamorphosis, I had no problem imagining feeling like a bug instead of a human.

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  • January 5, 2012 at 7:17 am
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    Sandra, I had to look up the story you mentioned to understand and reply to your post. The story is a powerful one and I can see why you would relate to it. The sad part of the story is that other than his sister, no one has ever really appreciated and accepted him (Gregor). I know that feeling well, also but I also learned that their rejection of me was their problem and not what dictates my worth and value. Most victims will also either starve themselves, overeat or find some other repusive addiction to keep others away from them because of their fear of being re-victimized and their hate for their own bodies. I hope you have come to realize how beautiful and precious your child is and that he/she deserves lots of love and caring. So does mom, because by being healthy and whole, mom will have the tools she needs to raise her children to be healthy and whole also. Children learn so much from us, a lot of it is modeled. I hope that you are finding healing and peace and that you are learning how beautiful you really are. OSA has a wonderful support system here to help survivors to discover themselves, heal and have a life full of self-love and joy.I hope you enjoy the support here. 🙂

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  • April 9, 2012 at 11:13 pm
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    This sounds a lot like the old me. Except I wasn’t skinny. I managed the feelings associated with my abuse by eating, so I was a chunky little kid. I hated the way I looked, and never thought I was beautiful.

    I met my husband when I was 18. He told me (and still does) that I was beautiful all of the time, and I never believed him. I didn’t begin to believe him until I started to understand my value. Once I realized that I had a purpose, and a unique assignment, I wanted to know more. The closer I got to my creator, the more beautiful I felt.

    Today, I still have some insecurity, but it’s very little. I am 35 years old now, and I know things become more clear in your 30’s. I’ve felt pretty good about myself for the past couple years or so. Now, I want to save another woman some time. If you realize that your life has a purpose and a meaning I feel like that is one of the first steps in the healing process…

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  • April 10, 2012 at 12:28 pm
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    Akili Worthy, I am so glad that you are feeling better about yourself. I found that as I aged, that there is a certain amount of self-acceptance that helps with our insecurities. Helping others by sharing your experiences is where HOPE begins. OSA is about sharing that hope. Your life has always had a purpose and meaning, it just takes time to clear away the lies and fog to find this out. Keep on healing…it gets better and better! Uou truly are beautiful and unique…there is no one like you in all the universe. 🙂

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