A brief encounter with Ivanka
Last year, my husband and I went to Hawaii. We stayed at the Trump Hotel in Waikiki. On our final day, we started toward an elevator. A young, gorgeous, pregnant blonde and a bellman were stepping inside. Although there was plenty of room for us, the nearby concierge told us we would have to wait for the next elevator.
The young woman apologized sincerely and the door closed.
It was then that I realized that the passenger was Ivanka Trump (sans makeup by the way).
And that’s also when I went into my head funk.
I immediately started criticizing myself and told myself that I looked old and dumpy and ugly and under dressed (“How could I have been wearing THAT when I saw someone famous?!) and on and on and on…
Back in our room, I stood in front of the full length mirror and found all the ways I was inferior to Ivanka.
My husband was watching my torment and asked, “Why are you comparing yourself to a 27 year old pregnant woman?”
I didn’t have an answer.
At the time, our daughter and daughter-in-law, who are in that age range, were pregnant. I never compared myself to them. (I am, in fact, glad that I have firmly put my child bearing years behind me.)
So, I wondered, why did I so readily compare myself to someone famous? Are we conditioned by media and magazines and airbrushed images? Or, was I envious that, from the outside looking in, Ivanka has so many things that I didn’t have at 27?
A year later and I still don’t have an answer.
I do know this. While seeing a famous person for a few seconds was a memorable and thought provoking experience for me, Ivanka has quite possibly never thought about that moment again.
So, at least I can sleep well at night knowing that I am not being looked down upon by a complete stranger with whom I have nothing in common physically, and who I will most likely never see again.
As I write this, I am on my way to California, where all the stars are. And I’m wearing the same top. If, by chance, I run into her, do you think she will remember me?!