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Overcoming Negative Body Image: Loving the Living Skeleton

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By Greg Smith

I can’t believe I’m posting this!

I’ve reached a milestone. I have achieved a victory over an enemy that has dominated me and limited me for as long as I can remember. And as I stand over this monster with my foot on its neck it feels so good!

The bully… the monster… the enemy has been my negative body image. At the risk of getting my “man-card” revoked, I am publicly admitting that all my life, I’ve struggled with the way my body looked.

I’m skin and bones and very little else. I have weighed 65 pounds for as long as I can remember. It never mattered that I had an excuse called ‘muscular dystrophy.’

My arms and legs are bony, my neck and face are thin. But to me, the most embarrassing part has been my torso. My ribs protrude through my chest. My clavicles pop out. I have no pectoral muscles. No chest. It is just skin and ribs.

Since the time I became self-aware, my teenage years, I avoided being seen without a shirt on. I can count the times on one hand that I’ve been swimming in a public pool. I’ve never gone shirtless while out on the boat. I’ve never felt comfortable wearing shorts, exposing my bony knees and legs.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’ve always held a great deal of self esteem. I’m comfortable with my overall appearance. I think I’m a very handsome guy. I have always felt that I could hide my literal frailty behind clothes and use my wisdom and personality to compensate quite well.  But self consciousness about my boniness was always with me.

Devastating Impact

Being skinny was always a barrier to full enjoyment in life. It had a tremendous impact on my love life in particular.

I didn’t want women to see me with my shirt off until after we became intimate. “Shirt on and lights off” was my modus operandi. Revealing my body was a gradual process that I only allowed to happen after I was certain that I would be accepted and loved regardless of the physical flaws.

I knew they knew I was thin, but they did not know the true horror of the condition. If they saw me with my shirt off, they would be repulsed by it and that reaction would outweigh any feelings they allowed themselves to develop for me.

And that actually happened to me a few times. I’ve had women who cared deeply say they’ve tried to think of me in that way but they just couldn’t do it.  So I’ve gone through life as a mind, a face, a voice, a smile but without a body that was acceptable enough to be presented.

Forget the physical limitations of having muscular dystrophy. I dealt with those things and figured out ways around the literal weight of life and the battle against gravity. But there was no way around my appearance.

The Living Skeleton

I recently started receiving in-home physical therapy to expand the range of motion in my neck. My therapist, Wendie Hawkins, made me realize that being so skinny might have its advantages. She was amazed at being able to look at my body and clearly see bones, joints, muscles, arteries… things she had learned in anatomy class. My clavicle, scapula, scapula winging, sternocleidomastoid muscle, sternum…

“Medical students could learn so much from you. You’re like a ‘living skeleton!’ I can actually see your heart beating in your chest!”

That led to the idea of presenting myself to universities as an option for anatomy classes. The thought of posing shirtless for young med students terrified me at first, but then I thought about how it could lead to income while helping future doctors, nurses, therapists, researchers.

So I embraced the idea. In order to proceed, we would need to take some pictures. With her iPhone, Wendy snapped a few shots. When I saw the pictures, I was literally shocked and amazed by my reaction. I had never seen my shirtless body from multiple angles before. What I saw was not repulsive.

What I saw was asymmetrical artistry, the result 51 years of weathering, like a piece of driftwood, shaped into its own distinctive beauty by the elements of scoliosis, surgery and unique positioning.

If I didn’t have muscular dystrophy, I’m quite certain that I would have a perfect body in the traditional sense. I’ve always stressed the importance of physical fitness to my children and all three of them are athletic specimens.

 

What about you?

If you are not happy with the way you look and it is impacting your level of enjoyment in life, you have two choices:

You either decide that it is impossible to change your body and find comfort in your own distinctive beauty.

Or you can do the work and go full-strength to make the changes that are within the realm of possibility.

As “The Strength Coach,” I’m not allowing you the option of letting your negative body image diminish your quality life like I did. Nor am I allowing you the freedom of lying to yourself about your ability to make the changes necessary to build the body you desire.

It either is what it is, or it is what’s possible. You decide and embrace your choice.

Listen to my podcast this week as I discuss the “Living Skeleton” with my therapist, Wendie Hawkins, and Alice Wong, who also has muscular dystrophy and similar thoughts about her body.  Subscribe and download Timeout with the Strength Coach and please spread the word!

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15 thoughts on “Overcoming Negative Body Image: Loving the Living Skeleton

  1. You are an inspiration to everyone. Thank you for sharing your story and reminding us that the most important kind of love is self love.

    • Well Put Erica. Self-love is the foundation for the discovery of all other forms of love. Thank you for your comments. I invite you to remain in touch. Listen to my Podcasts, read my books and join the inner-strength nation!

  2. Sweetly put and deeply authentic. And your children, your children’s mother, must all be more special than the word could ever depict. Count our blessings, our power, our mindset and we get strong. You are MORE than an inspiration. I call it Getting Real Raw and Rowdy with just whatcha got.

    Happy Easter and happy new beginnings.

    Amy

    • Amy,
      I have been blessed in so many ways. I don’t take that for granted and I intend to continue to stay real, raw and rowdy. Thanks for your support.

      • i want you to be a guest on my WHiP It! Show: Where Wisdom, Health, Integrity and Passion Merge. You can really impact those who are teetering on living life fully.

        Go you!

        Are you married?

        Amy

        • Amy,
          I would love to be on your show. We’ll “Whip it good!” Let me know when. Look for me on Facebook (Facebook.com/StrengthCoachPage) and Twitter (@strengthcoach). I’m going full-strength. And I’m single and available. :-)

    • Thanks Marquesa. Digging down deep for truth often results in finding buried treasures. I hope to find the courage to dig deeper. I enjoy working with you.

  3. Greg, your admission of this insecurity totally caught me by surprise. I suppose I never saw you shirtless around your house and pool but don’t really remember. With my massive leg injury at age 20, I was very embarrassed of my misformed and multi-scarred leg for years. (That’s long over) My calf muscle was indented and I had tissue transplant surgery several years later to “fix it”. It never looked “normal” but was a groundbreaking reconstructive surgery. My doctor used me as a “model” for doctors around the world as he taught them microsurgery in the 1970′s. Most people would see it and “look away” which made me feel repulsive and pitied. I hated that. It’s just a leg and was fixed the best they could. I am more than my leg. It had scars that tell a story – a story of medical expertise and of the fateful day that changed my life forever. Occasionally in public areas, doctors would sincerely ask me to tell them about the surgeries and it made me feel like a “celebrity” but most of all it made me feel like I wasn’t gross or invisible. I don’t consider myself handicapped although people with similar injuries have asked me how if felt to be handicapped!!! When I was 45, a guy who saw my leg and showed me his which looked very similar asked me if people treated me differently because I was handicapped!!! What? I’m handicapped???? . I guess they were so focused on what wasn’t “normal” rather than what they had and what they could do. I have a strong spiritual faith. I don’t think God caused my accident but I do believe he used it to make me a better person and discover talents that I may have never known I had.
    One thing that really bothers me is “helpless people”. People who say, ‘I can’t…. will you do this for me?” when I only see them as lazy and manipulators. Having had to figure out how to do things I couldn’t do or deal with things I didn’t want to…. has made me a bit insensitive to some people.
    Well, that’s my story. Thanks for reading.
    keep on keeping on, Julie

    • Julie,
      I knew you would relate to my article. I’m glad you are still in touch. Did you know the definition of disability includes people who are “regarded” as such? Welcome to the family! LOL Take care.

      • I did not know that, Greg. I am proud to be disabled and enabled. I became a better person because of my experiences with people and situations have encountered due to my extensive injury. We have someone at our church who just had a second leg amputated and I was not pleased with the congregation’s response or the “announcement” of this “Tragedy”. I continue to try to educate people to be compassionate, not pitying. Thank-you Greg for all you do.