We often use the phrase “self-conscious” to describe someone who’s very aware of what other people think. A teenager in her first high heels, for example. She’s walking awkwardly, heels clacking, and looking around to see who’s noticing, thinking of what her friends (or that boy) might think, or wondering who sees her as she walks down the hall. She’s self-conscious, right? (I know, because I was her.)
Since being diagnosed with multiple sclerosis in December, I’ve become self-conscious in a much more literal way. At all times, day and night, I’m acutely, almost excruciatingly, aware of my own body. I’m overly conscious of myself.