In my last post, I mentioned being out of my comfort level, and how a lot of that feeling had to do with the number of women with über-straight blonde hair.
I've thought about it some, and I realized a couple of things. OK, realized isn't the right word. Remembered. I remembered a couple of things about myself. One, I'm intimidated by certain women. Two, I am constantly — CONSTANTLY — comparing myself (usually unfavorably) to other women.
Put me in a room with a hundred tall, thin, blonde women in designer jeans, and it's a double whammy.
There's a lot more to this, but that's as deep as I'm going to go right now. I haven't been this personal in this space in a long time, and I don't want to go too far. Not yet.
I'm guilty of comparing myself too. I think it's pretty normal. But we don't want to beat ourselves up about how we measure up.
Posted by: Margaret | November 15, 2009 at 12:05
I compare myself to other women too and I feel like crap when I do this because I feel like I don't measure up either.
Posted by: anica | November 15, 2009 at 13:29
This must be a women's only post. Still I wanted to bring you my other gender representative thoughts. You gals are all fashion victims. If you are craving for a model's body, that's because you have been instilled the idea over the years that slim is beautiful. WTF ?
I see more interest, life and energy in a woman who has rounded up a little over the years than in a teen who has refused to age and will choke after a second bite of duck confit and/or fainted after only 2 miles walking in the wild.
Continue embracing the life like you always did and don't give a s..!
Posted by: Jean | November 15, 2009 at 16:42
This issue is the bane of my existence. I hate how shallowly I can wallow.
Posted by: deirdre kosky | November 19, 2009 at 18:33