I’ve been growing my self-esteem all my life. When I was a child I was bone-thin, with fuzzy-curly hair; I was sensitive, needy and painfully shy. As a teenager, I used to sneak a dynel wig to high school and pin it on in the girl’s washroom before class. I painted on thick black eyeliner and ghostly lipstick (it was the 60’s!), in the hopes I’d look fashion-forward and beautiful, and get invited into the popular girls’ clique. (Never happened!) In my 20’s, the ugly duckling grew into a swan, and I became a lovely young actress. My passion for the theatre propelled me to take risks and my professional training gave me the skills I needed to come out of myself, yet I was still quivering inside, comparing myself to my competition, sure that I wasn’t really worth much. Self-esteem through all those years was dependant on the approval of others.
When I was 28 years old, my beloved sister died. Six months later my husband of seven years left me for another woman. For a while my self-esteem sunk so low, I felt like I should be walking around with a paper bag over my head. But life is too short for that nonsense, and even in my grief I came to realize that I could go down to my despair, or I could become a warrior on behalf of my own life. The choice was mine. There was something liberating in that. I took the opportunity to build a new identity for myself from the ground up, attribute by attribute, and become the woman I wanted to be. I sought out the friendships of women I admired, and learned from them; I read a lot of inspirational books, and established a healthy routine of caring for myself with proper nourishment and exercise. I fought for my self-esteem by trying and failing and starting over, many times.
My self-esteem now, at the age of 55, comes from knowing I can and will come through for myself. It comes from understanding that life isn’t about finding yourself, it’s about creating yourself, and loving what you create. My self-esteem also comes from recognizing that no matter what my circumstances, I always have the power to choose faith, joy, and gratitude every day, which in turn gives me strength.
I wish I’d known when I was growing up that self-esteem, and success, is a by-product of what happens when we are true to ourselves. My advice to women struggling with their self-esteem? Leave the nay-sayers alone to deal with their impoverished and limited views of what’s possible, or acceptable. Place your focus and energy on expanding your own capacities, living your passion.
- Heather Cariouu
Sixtyfive Roses: A Sister’s Memoir
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