Day 5 – Ignore the Voice of Insecurity
Scene Setting:
A quiet apartment, dimly lit by the soft glow of a television. The curtains were drawn, keeping the world out. A dog, Inse’s only true companion, lay curled up beside him on the couch.
Inse, 30, stared blankly at the screen, barely absorbing the movie playing. His reflection on the darkened TV screen caught his eye, tired, unshaven, slouched. He sighed and pulled his hoodie tighter around himself.
He didn’t need a mirror to know. He felt it. He wasn’t attractive. He wasn’t fit. He wasn’t glowing with the energy of success and perfection.
And social media made it worse.
His feed was a constant stream of polished bodies, gym transformations, glowing skin, sculpted features. It was exhausting, and the voice in his head wouldn’t let it go.
“Look at them. Then look at you. No wonder you’re alone. No wonder you feel like this. You don’t measure up.”
The knock at his door startled him.
With a groan, he pushed himself off the couch, opened the door, and was met with the sight of his older sister, Curity. She was a force, sharp, confident, dressed impeccably despite the casual visit. Her eyes flickered over him, taking in his unkempt state, but she said nothing about it.
“I knew you wouldn’t come out, so I brought coffee.” She handed him a cup and stepped inside.
Inse took the coffee wordlessly, collapsing back onto the couch. Curity remained standing, scanning the room before finally sighing.
“So, are we going to talk about it, or are you just going to keep listening to that voice in your head that’s telling you you’re not enough?”
Inse stiffened. “What voice?”
Curity gave him a knowing look.
Inse exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t know, Curity. I look at myself, and all I see is… nothing. Just a guy wasting time, stuck in his head, feeling like crap all the time. And then I see everyone else, looking perfect, living perfect lives, and I just sink deeper. It’s like… what’s the point?”
Curity sat down beside him. “The point, dear brother, is that you’ve been letting the Voice of Insecurity take over.”
Inse huffed. “It’s not just insecurity. It’s reality.”
“No,” Curity said firmly. “It’s perception. A warped one.”
She turned toward him, her voice softening. “Listen, I get it. I really do. We live in a world that constantly tells us we need to be more, fitter, healthier, glowing with success, radiating confidence. And if we don’t look like we just stepped out of a magazine, we’re failing. But let me tell you something.”
She paused, locking eyes with him. “The mirror lies.”
Inse frowned. “What?”
“The mirror, the phone screen, the edited posts, they all lie. They show you a version of yourself that your insecurity distorts. They show you a version of others that has been curated to look perfect. But none of it is real. What’s real is you. As you are.”
Inse let her words sink in, but the doubt lingered. “Easy for you to say. You are successful. You fit the mold. You don’t have to struggle with this.”
Curity shook her head. “You think confidence comes from looking a certain way? No. It comes from one thing, ignoring the voice that tells you you’re not enough.”
She reached over, tapping his head lightly. “That voice in here? It’s your worst enemy. It tells you that your worth is in your appearance, your body, your status. And it’s lying to you. Your worth was never in those things.”
Inse stared down at his coffee, his grip tightening around the cup. “Then where is it?”
Curity smiled gently. “In how you treat yourself. In how you talk to yourself. In how you show up for yourself, even on the hardest days.”
She nodded toward his dog, who had perked up at the sound of her voice. “He doesn’t care what you look like. He cares that you get up and take care of him, that you feed him, that you love him. That’s what matters. And you deserve to treat yourself with the same kindness you show him.”
Inse swallowed, his throat tight.
Curity leaned back. “So, here’s your challenge. Every time that voice of insecurity creeps in, telling you that you’re not attractive enough, not fit enough, not enough, I want you to ignore it. Not fight it, not argue with it. Just ignore it. Like background noise.”
Inse let out a slow breath. “Just… ignore it?”
“Yes,” Curity said firmly. “Because it has nothing of value to say to you. And because it’s not the truth.”
A long silence passed between them. Then, Inse nodded. It wasn’t much. But maybe, just maybe, it was a start.
Takeaways from Day 5 – Ignore the Voice of Insecurity About Looks/Health
- Social Media Is Not Reality: The “perfect” bodies and lifestyles you see online are curated. Don’t compare yourself to an illusion.
- Your Reflection Is Distorted by Your Insecurity: The way you see yourself isn’t always the truth. Learn to question it.
- Ignore the Voice of Insecurity: The voice telling you that you’re not attractive or fit enough is not serving you. It’s lying. Let it go.
- Your Worth Isn’t in Your Appearance: It’s in how you treat yourself, how you speak to yourself, and how you show up for yourself.
- Kindness Starts With You: Treat yourself with the same compassion you would offer a loved one or even a pet.
That night, as Inse lay in bed, the voice tried again. You’re not enough.
But this time, he turned over, closed his eyes, and ignored it.
