The following is an excerpt from my blog about me breaking my addiction to make-up that I thought might be helpful to the women on this board who have experienced something similar
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Several interesting things have come up since I've started to focus on my internalized shame. I'm currently reading "Healing the Shame that Binds You" by John Bradshaw, and aside from the first Alice Miller book I first picked up, it's the most psychologically liberating book I've ever read. Whereas Alice Miller really helped to reflect back to me the general experience of my childhood, this book has such specificity to what I suffered. I feel like it's written about my life. It's a revitalizing experience to finally put a name to the symptoms I've had, to the ego defenses I've engaged in throughout my life, and to realize that I'm not alone in what I've experienced in my own head-space as a response to what happened. It's a feeling of lifting the world off of my shoulders to realize that most people respond the same way to abuse, that it was indeed abuse, and that I didn't have responsibility for the defenses I constructed as a child. Shame is so isolating at its core. You believe that you alone are the bad one, the dirty one, the sick one, the crazy one, the fundamentally and irrecoverably defective one. The reason that full recovery from a shame-based personality is so rare is because exposure is what a shame-based person fears the most, and the honest expression of any of his deepest true feelings, symptoms, and experiences feels like a complete exposure of his totally corrupt and flawed self. And as Stef has said in the past, discovering the true self often involves embracing the exact opposite of what has seemingly come naturally before.
It seems there are 1,001 manifestations of the shame-based personality, many in the form of addictions, psychological defenses, and reenactments of shaming experiences. I've been giving some specific consideration lately to the physical and sexual symptoms of my shame-addiction/avoidance. One day a week ago I woke up and I just didn't want to wear make-up anymore. I don't even know if I can fully explain why that feeling just came all at once. Since my adolescent years, I've had acne, and I was shamed for it both by my peers at school and by my mother, who always attributed it to "not taking care of your skin," which A) is a load of nonsense and B) would be her fault for not teaching me. She knew my father had it heavily into his 20's, and that it is strongly linked to genetics. I tried so many different strategies to get rid of it, including different prescriptions, products, and natural remedies. It had catastrophic effects on my self-image, my ability to feel attractive, and to feel comfortable and engaged in any kind of romantic interaction. Oftentimes, I felt too ugly to be seen in public and wanted to hide away but couldn't. I do think acne has an effect on self-esteem either way, but I know that in my case the effect was amplified about 1,000 times over by my already savaged sense of self-worth and sensitivity to shame.
Now I'm rewriting my script. I woke up one day and thought, "I'm starting to feel genuinely valuable in so many ways now. Why do I feel like I need this make-up so badly?" I know why. It was a shield protecting me from what I feared the perceptions of other people would be. "Ew, look at that ugly girl. She must be dirty. Can't she take care of herself?" That's not the world. That's my mother. Even if other people in the world do think that of me, they're like my mother and consequently not healthy for me to be around. I have so much more to offer the world than the appearance of perfect skin, enhanced lashes, and rouged cheeks. If people are going to reject me or accept me or value me based on my conformity to beauty standards, then I'm afraid I'm looking for a little more depth than that.
So for the past week, I've worn no make-up. I didn't set up any kind of rule or standard called, "I'm not allowed to wear make-up ever again or for X period of time." On the contrary, I simply said that I wouldn't wear it until I could give it up as a shield to protect me from real shaming experiences in the past or imagined shaming experiences in the present. It's been a really scary and sometimes painful experience, but above all I've started to feel more liberated and better about myself. I feel proud that I no longer have to cling to formulas and brushes to create an illusory value or to protect me from shame. I actually feel a little more connected to the people around me. I think to myself, "Hey, the more of us women who don't wear make-up, but still take care of our hygiene and clothing, the more women will feel like they don't have to be a slave to the cosmetics case." I've even been taking a long look at my genuine appearance in the mirror lately, and I'm starting to think that I'm actually not that bad-looking. My skin is even starting to clear up a bit, presumably as a result of not drowning my pores in that crap.
So all-in-all I just wanted to happily report that I'm breaking my addiction to make-up and am starting to feel more valuable in and of myself. What I thought would cause me a lot of intense shame is actually now resulting in feelings of pride.