Post by downtimeheals on Feb 5, 2004 7:19:43 GMT -5
Hi everybody...just a reminder that even on a "bad skin day" we have the right to do whatever we can to make ourselves feel better. We don't always have to beat ourselves up even more because we're mad at ourselves for picking in the first place.
The worst days may well be the days when we need to pamper/treat/love ourselves the most.
I remember during some of my worst picking, I used to lie in bed on my back with my eyes closed (lie on your hands if it helps!) and visualize a soothing layer of color over all the affected areas, like a giant beautiful tattoo (minus the pain of such a procedure
or like a rich clay/mud mask coating EVERYTHING that was bothering me. This image helped ease my intense visceral awareness of every wound and blemish and spot I wanted to "check" visually or with my fingertips, which showed up in my mind like "hotspots" on mental radar.
Instead of letting my mind focus in on these hotspots (followed closely by my fingers) I would imagine painting right over all of them, blurring my knowledge of them into a sea of cool blue pigment. Almost no "skin color" to be seen anywhere in this new mental picture--let alone skin discolorations. Just an even layer of blueness...sometimes I even pictured shapes: a butterfly spreading its wings across my chest, covering up the scabs with soft opaque wings--no damaged skin within reach or view. At least not in my mind's eye
The worst days may well be the days when we need to pamper/treat/love ourselves the most.
I remember during some of my worst picking, I used to lie in bed on my back with my eyes closed (lie on your hands if it helps!) and visualize a soothing layer of color over all the affected areas, like a giant beautiful tattoo (minus the pain of such a procedure
or like a rich clay/mud mask coating EVERYTHING that was bothering me. This image helped ease my intense visceral awareness of every wound and blemish and spot I wanted to "check" visually or with my fingertips, which showed up in my mind like "hotspots" on mental radar. Instead of letting my mind focus in on these hotspots (followed closely by my fingers) I would imagine painting right over all of them, blurring my knowledge of them into a sea of cool blue pigment. Almost no "skin color" to be seen anywhere in this new mental picture--let alone skin discolorations. Just an even layer of blueness...sometimes I even pictured shapes: a butterfly spreading its wings across my chest, covering up the scabs with soft opaque wings--no damaged skin within reach or view. At least not in my mind's eye
