In 2006, I proceeded to get a grip.
1.) I figured out that I was not my father in female form.
1A.) I realized that I was not going to turn into my father.
1B.) I started having more moments where interacting with my father did not stress me out or make me very sad.
2.) I finally established a "worth of self" unconnected with my occupation.
3.) I started finding good things about my body that I had never before seen.
4.) I faced up to treating depression and PMS.
In short, I started to like myself once more. I also began to draw and take photos again, both product and producer of a reduced state of angst. It has been a very long time since I felt any sort of affection for my person, so it's almost other-worldly being in my own body these days. I still have moments where "I don't deserve anything!" or "I'm disgusting!" or "I'm a waste!" pop into my head, but they are growing increasingly few and far between.
My journey is not over yet, of course. I resolve to continue facing my insecurities, and to seek not only "balance," but "progress" as well. I hope, now that my head is more firmly on my shoulders, to find the strength to overcome the apprehension and inaction that significantly delay Projects I come up with. Having now accepted body parts, I will work on accepting my form as a whole. I also pledge to do my laundry a little more often, but that has been in the resolution pile for years ...
Anne's Favorite Photos of 2006