Why do we compare ourselves to others? Do we truly want to be someone else? Live in someone elses' body? Have someone elses' thoughts? Someone elses' family? Someone elses' problems or successes?
Families are not perfect, if we put everyones' problems on a table, we would probably take our own back...even successes come with consequences and compromises....
I used to compare myself with everyone. I wanted those thighs, to be as strong as her, as fast as that one over there...Yup, spending 30-40 hours a week, for over 30 years in gyms and fitness centers comparing myself to others. Feeling like I could not measure up, feeling not good enough, not strong enough, not thin enough. Treating my body poorly and talking negatively to myself numerous times a day, over and over again.
I DECLARE A TRUCE- peace in my heart, peace in my thighs. This is the body I was given. Thank you god, for giving me this strong, healthy body.
Society bombards us with perfect images...sexy, fit, airbrushed bodies in magazines...on billboards, on TV and in the movies. You cannot escape it. The exposure is daily, and endless...Barbie anyone?
It is time to accept the wonder and truth of our own bodies, our own thoughts, our own success and failures. To love our thighs and our bellies. To understand and accept that we are not supposed to be perfect-we are only supposed to be our best selves...give our best efforts.
NO ONE has my unique gene pool, no one has my experiences. I am the only one who can play the lead in the story of me, just as you are the only one who can play the lead in the story of you.
Step into yourself, play hard as you. Don't compare your hair with the woman standing in front of you at the supermarket, the butt of the woman on the treadmill next to you, the number of push-ups the woman next to you is doing at boot-camp. Be proud of what is yours, take ownership of it.
I am done comparing myself to others, done with the conflict that it stirs inside of me, the judgement of myself...the hatred.
Look at yourself in the mirror tonight, and list at least 10 things you love about yourself!
Here is my list: my smile, my laugh, my back, my strength, my dedication, I care about others, I am a good listener, my stamina, I like to give, I like to share...
All of our experiences shape us. The people we meet, the decisions we make, the decisions that are made for us...our failures and successes, our hopes and dreams. I am grateful for all of it, even when it hurts...
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Wednesday, January 7, 2015
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