Today I want to switch gears from all the food chatter and talking about something different: vulnerability. I know, I know, this is a food blog, not a therapist’s office. But hear me out. I’ve always been of the belief that health is so much more than just the physical. It’s about healthy emotions, a healthy mind, and even healthy relationships.
So do yourself a favour, and watch this Ted Talk:
Now let’s chat. How freaking powerful is that talk?
At the risk of sounding like a hot mess, I’ll admit that I was tearing up throughout it because I could relate all to well to what she was saying about vulnerability. For a long time now I’ve been closed off with my emotions, not letting anyone in other than a few close friends. Because being closed off means I can’t get hurt, so it’s obviously the way to ensure my happiness right?
Wrong. Like Brené Brown says, being human is about being connected through relationships. And it’s pretty hard to be connected when you’re closed off. Duh, that makes sense. So why is it so hard to be more open? Because that means making yourself vulnerable. And for some people, that’s bloody terrifying.
And yet, for others, it’s not. For some people being vulnerable is just a necessary step in a relationship (whether that be romantic, friendship, or otherwise) that they don’t even bat an eye at. I would love to be that kind of person, but I never knew how until seeing this talk. And when she said it, it almost seemed too simple.
That’s it. Know that you’re not perfect, love yourself for it, and be confident that others will love you for it too.
So guess what? I know squat about politics, and I’m not proud of it. I try to sing along to songs in the car, and then crack up laughing at myself when I realize I sound like a dying goat. I used to be overweight. I also used to be underweight. My legs never look good bare because they’re always bruised from banging into things. I climb on top of furniture like a monkey to take pictures of my food. And oh yeah, I take pictures of my food. I write a food blog even though I’m not the best writer. I consider myself a good cook, but I still don’t know how to grill meat properly. I have a weird pinkie toenail.
I am flawed and weird. And I am learning to be okay with letting other people know that.