ILLusion. The prefix -ill has the most ironic yet appropriate role in the word “illusion” because it means “wrong”. When we think of illusions, they are sensual and beautiful and magical but the -ill in illusion serves to remind us that this sensual, beautiful, and magical thing that we want is wrong. We are all a little ill and yet we all buy into the illusion that we see in others and create for ourselves…what we post, how we dress, what we say and do; it is all so laser focused on masking the wrong and embracing and glorifying the illusion. If I had GAINED 60 pounds in a year, my friends and family would have immediately recognized that I was ill, that something was wrong but having LOST 60 pounds in a year gave those same people the sense that everything was OK and that I was better in some way….The opposite couldn’t be more true…I’m worse in every way- ill to the core yet the illusion that the weight loss created sent the wrong message. Don’t believe the illusion…it only seeks to hide the illness and it’s perfectly crafted to do just that.
Never before in the history of time have we had more power to shape and control the illusion that we share with the world. In ancient times, if you were a king, the walls of your tomb would tell your story through biased eyes but now we have the ultimate control…thanks to social media we are visible to a massive, selected audience. While the audience and the frequency of the exposures we share has multiplied exponentially, the role of our true selves has diminished significantly. There are hundreds of people you are connected to daily but I’m willing to bet only a handful of them know who you really are. I think 3 people on the planet truly know who I am and statistically that means you’re not one of them because the person that I’ve crafted myself to be is a just a glimmering illusion of what I want you to see. If your honest with yourself, you know this is true for you as well and this only feeds the illness because we are all trying so desperately to be just like the illusion of each other that we’re idolizing and aspiring to be something that doesn’t actually exist.
I want her perfect ass. I want their marriage. I want a beautiful house like that. And yet we don’t really know if these things that we desire and aspire to obtain are real or a fantasy. I’ve recently made a friend who has a large social media presence and he talks a lot about the “artistry” of what he posts online….while I laughed a little when he used this term, what he does and what we all do is just that- artistry. Artists create something beautiful or interesting from something mundane or ugly…if we’re all busy perfecting our artistry, then what happens to reality? Where’s the truth? Does it exist anymore and if it does are we brave enough to show it, to seek it , to desire it or are we only content in the illusion of it. That friend with the perfect ass, does that perfect ass spend more time on the spin seat than at the kitchen table with her family. That picture perfect married couple, do they sit in silence fantasizing about other people when they’re home together?That beautiful house, is it fracturing the family based on the crushing debt it put them into? I want all of these things but am I willing to embrace the reality of what it will cost to attain them? Or do I just want to put blinders on and bask in the beauty of the illusion?
If this weight loss experience has taught me anything it’s that I want truth…I’m in a desperate search for it. I want what’s real and honest and true. I believed in the illusion of being thin and all that it would bring and the illusion has left me hungry, aching, and broken. Whatever you are searching for, don’t make yourself ill in the illusion, evaluate the illusion for its truth and determine if that is real and worthy of the effort you will need to put into to attain it.