This essay is part of 20 Ways to Feel Better in 2020, a collection of our best ideas for getting you to whatever version of “better” feels best to you.
I’ve never been able to fit into a certain version of what a cute girl is. I’ve never had a tiny body, and I grew up really tomboyish with short curly hair amid a sea of Southern California straight-haired blondes. I had no desire to wear makeup, and it always felt weird when my mom made me put on dresses; it just wasn’t my personality at all.
A lot of my anxiety about not being “feminine” enough comes from my own family and culture. Iranians have a very specific, exaggerated version of femininity: making sure your eyebrows are really well-kept; that you’ve removed all other facial and body hair; that you wear clothes that are feminine enough, like dresses and skirts and certain kinds of shoes; and that you don’t chew gum in front of men. There’s a lot of, “This is what a woman does, and this is what a woman does not do.” I couldn’t bring myself to care about it—I just wanted to be climbing trees and riding bikes. But I still felt like a failure for feeling that way.
The first time I saw a cut from my Netflix show [Salt, Fat, Acid, Heat], I remember opening my computer screen, seeing myself, and closing the screen. I panicked and thought, I can’t do this. But I had to participate in the production, which meant I could either spend every day of the editing process going down some emotional sinkhole about myself and the way I looked, or I could do my job, which was to critically watch this show and try to make it better. It was almost as if I had to decide to not see myself—like when you’re brushing your teeth in the morning and you know you’re in the mirror, but you’re not ready to look yet.
When we were filming in Italy, I knew I wanted to do a montage in which I eat like 50 different scoops of gelato. I knew that was possibly an invitation for someone to comment on my weight, but I just had to put it out of my mind because if I sat around being worried about what somebody might say about the way I look, then I wouldn’t be able to be myself. And the times when I feel the most attractive and like me have so little to do with what I’m wearing or whether I have the right makeup on. It has so much more to do with the environment I’m in and who I’m around and how they’re able to let me feel funny, or witty, or silly, or generous, or smart.
There’s still plenty for me to be insecure about as a woman of color living in a world designed to make us loathe ourselves. I have a knee injury that makes exercise really complicated, and I’ve gained a lot of weight in the past few years, so it’s harder to find dresses that fit. I’ve also had a couple of surgeries recently. The older I get, anytime something isn’t working right, I’m much more aware of how important it is to take care of my body because it’s a physical thing that is deteriorating. But I also now understand that I can’t let shame control me. If I did, it would be the only thing I would have the time or energy for. I’m trying to grow my way out of that.
As told to Christina Chaey, associate editor