I have had many self-esteem problems in my life, all of which I have faced or overcome. I have written about some of these problems below:-
1. Bald Episode
2. My height
3. My weight
4. I stutter
5. My disbelief
6. My job
Bald episode
Although it may seem trivial to some people, I was born with a bald spot, the equivalent of ten pennies. When I was young, especially in my teens, I became more and more self-conscious and argued about it.
It was most noticeable when it rained or when I swam as my hair was wet. People at school would make fun of me, and I always tried to hide and cover the bald patch even though most people knew about it. It hurt when people laughed at me and finally stopped swimming altogether.
My height
Of all my close family and friends, I am the shortest at 5ft. This may not have affected my self-esteem but also the people who always looked down on me. I was called by many names, the best of which I became "Shorty." I was always jealous of other people who were taller than me. I hoped that one day I would be out late. This never came.
My height affected me in sports. I wanted to be a striker in football, but the coaches only wanted people over 6ft tall. In snooker, I always use something that makes it challenging to play to the next level, and I have always been caught in tennis. It also meant that I felt free only to date women 5ft and under, significantly reducing the available market.
My weight
When I was in high school, I was thin. This may have been the result of my parents turning vegetables when I was a teenager. At that time, there was very little food, and it seemed that we went from having meat and two vegs to just two vegs.
While my parents were cooking, I had no choice but to change the vegetables. A few weeks later, I went to them and told them I missed them and wanted to eat meat. They understood to some degree and said:
"If you want it, you cook it."
During this time, I struggled to cook well for a few days a week and little by little.
People at school would call me names like skin and bones, and my weight became another place of confusion.
Start
When I was four, I began to stutter. This slowly got worse as I got older, even though my parents told me I would grow up.
For what fluent people can learn, simple tasks like reading a book at school, answering questions, saying my name and address, ordering items at a bar or restaurant, and talking on the phone became a never-ending battle.
It was a very frustrating obstacle because I seemed to communicate fluently with people I knew well and with who I felt comfortable. Still, sometimes especially under any pressure, I could say the word.
When I was 22 years old, after 11 months of hard work and dedication, I overcame this stuttering, and now I am helping other stutterers achieve good speech and help people with self-esteem problems.
My unbelief
I was always skeptical of certain places. For example, I saw a woman in a bar and wanted to pass by and talk to her, but I had the wrong attitude that I should not; why would she be interested in me? I stutter, have a bald spot, have low activity, and am very thin.
If I go to her and succeed, I may be expected to buy her a drink, maybe call her, maybe meet her parents, perhaps even get married! The thought of trying these things with a stutter and social insecurity was very troubling to me.
I left school at the age of sixteen mainly because of my lack of self-confidence and stuttering, but I had trouble finding a job. And my disbelief came. Who would want to hire a person who is rude, insecure, and timid by nature?
My job
After leaving school at the age of sixteen, I now had to find a job. Suffering from general stutter and insecurity means that a career involving the phone or regular communication with other people was not an option.
I decided that it might be possible for me to take care of office work and eventually get a job with an insurance company.
I started in the lowest grade, second grade, and the work was done regularly and unusually. The average life expectancy at this level before the promotion was six months. The third-grade post included phone sharing, and I found this very difficult to use.
To progress, you would have to apply in writing to your office, and if you pass the interview, you will be promoted. My attitude was that if I didn't use it, I would stay as a second-grader I wanted. I was probably the only person in the world who did not want to be promoted.
My boss always asked me why I didn't apply and made excuses. To keep her happy, I took out insurance tests. Three years later, I had just finished my first degree, which was a set of five trials. To my surprise, my supervisor congratulated me by saying that he had been promoting me to third grade from Monday without the need to be interviewed.
This promotion was supposed to give me a sense of confidence, but with my uncontrollable stutter under pressure and some of my co-workers making fun of me, I started to withdraw and depression.
Conclusion
Do be so much sense and enjoy life in any way and promote happiness.
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