Who am I to dwell on cellulite?
Currently, I am working as a clinical case manager at a mental health care agency in Tampa, FL... if you are a regular reader, you know that :)
Gosh, I love my job... some days are rough but, there is nothing like someone who was homicidal/suicidal yesterday look at you in the eyes today through two decade growing and flowing tears say, "Thank you, Jessica, you help save my life."
Now, who am I to dwell on cellulite? Who am I to dwell and to take issue with not being physically "perfect".
There are people in this world with broken hearts and shattered spirits. Some of those people are the people I work with. Some of the people I work with have had their hearts broken and their spirits shattered by unspeakable traumas... rape, molestation, pain, violence, neglect, murder and otherwise serious abuse and wrongdoing. These people are broken and shattered now. To some extent, some of these people are broken and shattered beyond repair.
Now, I have to ask, who are they thanking? Me? For what? For listening and empathizing and meeting them where they are emotionally? Nah, I should surely be the one doing the thanking. Thank you, to my wonderful but sadly broken and shattered client today that provided me with a big, bold check mark I so desperately needed this week.
Yes, indeed... Thank you to my anonymous client that put me in God-sent check today.
Who am I (or you) to dwell on physical appearance. Who am I (or you) to be so shallow?
My cellulite knows nothing of their trauma. Cellulite? I say cellulite because that has been my biggest personal issue with my body for as long as I can remember. Who am I to dwell on cellulite? I have never been raped, molested, neglected or otherwise abused...
Who am I to dwell?