I have to admit it. I’ve got a bit of a body issue that’s coming to light now that we’ve actually decided to get married. It’s not my butt or my hips or my thighs or my feet (although at 6’1″, they are kind of freakish) but something that most brides don’t even give a second thought about. It’s my hand.
Five years ago, while at the part-time job I was working to help pay for school, I got into an accident. A serious accident. Through some slip of fate, my left hand got slammed in a steel door and the tips of two of my fingers were crushed and severed. Although the doctors I had were great and worked hard to give me as much function as they could, at the end of the day, I was still left an amputee.
The first few months after the accident were devastating, not just physically, but mentally. I had to get used to seeing myself in a new way, to reconcile the loss of a physical piece of myself and still accept myself as whole. It was a very hard road. A lot of my friends dropped off the face of the planet, I guess not knowing what to say to me, and the guy I was seeing at the time ended up not being a support of any kind so we broke up. I didn’t know what to do or what to say to anyone, so I kind of ended up receding into myself for some time afterwards because I felt like such a monster.
Happily, things got better. With the physical therapy I did, I ended up gaining back a range of motion in the hand which gave me some of my confidence back and I threw myself into projects at school which made me feel useful and valuable. By my one year anniversary, I was not only completely healed up but I was graduating college on time, with honours and debt free! I felt really proud of myself.
Since that time, I’ve come to accept myself for who I am now and things have been a lot better. I mean it’s not all rainbows and puppies - I still have bad days sometimes when I realize my physical limitations and when I experience pain I can’t control, but it’s been pretty good.
Until now. When everyone wants to see my ring. On my left hand.
Any time I have to show someone, I find myself feeling really self-conscious about it, and then, when I realize how lame I’m being, I feel like an idiot for even letting it bother me. I mean seriously, didn’t I work through all of this already? Shouldn’t I just be fine with it and move forward?
Logically, I know that time heals all wounds, but somehow I feel like this one is being ripped back open and I’m being left to grieve all over again. I’ve tried to explain this to Mr. Hummingbird, when he catches me putting my left hand under the table at dinner, but he’s so sweet, he just tells me that I’m still beautiful and not to worry about it. But I can’t help it. I still kind of feel like a freak bride.
So I turn to you ladies. How are you dealing with your self consciousness in the face of your big day? What is helping you work through it?
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