Yes, let’s talk brown spots – those little patches of pigment that pop up uninvited. They go by many names: age spots, sun spots, liver spots (which is both misleading and mildly alarming), and my personal favorite –“wisdom freckles.” …because if we’re going to have them, we might as well make them sound poetic 😂 It’s a small, beautiful shift, but these little reframes are exactly how we begin healing the mind from the self-criticism we’ve practiced for years.
The “Wisdom Freckles” Claiming Their Territory
Whatever you want to call them, they have officially claimed real estate on my face. That’s right – not just my hands, arms, or décolletage, but right there, front and center. No hiding. No subtlety. Just a full-blown pigment parade marching across my cheeks and wherever else they feel like setting up camp (they’re starting to claim my neck too).
I used to think of them as mere blemishes, something to be covered with a little concealer or a strategically styled sidecut. But now? Now I’m recognizing them for what they really are, for better or worse, a permanent part of my identity. My face has spoken, and it has spoken in little brown spots.
Remembering My Sun-Drenched (and Baby-Oiled) Decades
Like many of us who grew up in the “sunscreen is for wimps” era, I spent my younger years baking, not protecting. Remember baby oil and iodine? SPF was a foreign concept. Sunbathing? A competitive sport. I slathered myself in baby oil and made sure my tan lines were so crisp they could double as road markings.
Fast forward a few decades, and guess what? My skin remembers. It remembers everything. That week-long spring vacation trip in ‘79? There’s a spot for that (I’d bet on it!). The summers of sun-worshipping? Spot, spot, spot. And that one time I actually got a sunburn so bad that the front side of my body and face peeled like an overripe banana? I’m not sure, but there’s probably a dark patch commemorating that event.
Of course, let’s be real. There’s a multi-billion-dollar industry built on “making me feel bad about these spots.” Creams, serums, lasers, chemical peels – every beauty ad whispers, “You can fix this.” I’ve put my time in – I’ve dabbled in fading treatments, like Hidrospot Gel, but I have usually defaulted to concealer when I shoot videos and do video podcasts. That industry wants us to see flaws, but I’m choosing a different path, one that prioritizes healing the mind over hiding my history.
But through this Body UNshaming assignment, I’m beginning to wonder why I should wage war against something that’s completely natural? Would I be more beautiful if my skin were spotless? Maybe by society’s impossible standards. But, these days, I’d also be less me.
Instead of hiding my brown spots, I’m starting to reframe them – well, it’s an experiment right now, we’ll see where it goes.
Besides, I remind myself, nobody else cares about my spots. The people who love me don’t see my skin as a problem to fix. They see “me.”
And if I can see myself with that same kindness, then maybe, just maybe, I’ll stop seeing these my spots as imperfections and start seeing them as part of the unique, aging (and still fabulous) human masterpiece that I am (that we all are). Often, this means overcoming those heavy feelings of shame and guilt that the world tries to pin on our changing bodies.
Choosing My Mindset Over a Flawless Complexion
My homework is that whenever I catch my reflection and wonder where my once-even complexion went, that I’ll remind myself:
- I have better things to concern myself with than a little extra pigment.
- My skin is not supposed to look like it did when I was 20. That would just be weird (and it is weird when we see movie stars and such looking like they’re frozen in time – it’s unnatural and often the result of extreme measures).
So, once again 🙄, my homework isn’t about fixing my skin. It’s about fixing my mindset. Whenever I catch my reflection, I’ll (do my best to) choose to see strength, wisdom, and the story my skin tells, rather than flaws that don’t define me.
I’ve found that identifying your specific emotional triggers is the first step toward standing tall in who you are. Research shows that self-acceptance improves overall psychological well-being as we navigate the later chapters of our lives.
Do you have moments when your reflection challenges your self-perception? I’d love to hear how you approach self-acceptance and what perspectives have helped you along the way. Experiencing true emotional liberation means letting our real selves be seen, spots and all. Drop down to the comments section and let me know!
With Love,
Becca
